Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me and let your hair hang down. You are a little mystery to me every time you come around. We talk about it all night long, we define our moral ground. But when I crawl into your arms everything comes tumbling down.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2374 | 2016-10-29 19:09:08 | 74.37 | 92% |
| 1800 | 2016-08-04 03:40:58 | 68.72 | 90% |
| 1772 | 2016-07-26 18:46:33 | 77.28 | 95% |
| 1322 | 2016-05-03 17:18:22 | 72.87 | 94% |