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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2153 | 2016-06-02 19:56:41 | 84.04 | 96% |
| 1720 | 2016-05-17 23:10:19 | 100.71 | 99% |
| 1675 | 2016-05-17 05:33:36 | 90.99 | 96% |
| 1587 | 2016-05-15 18:10:29 | 87.43 | 94% |
| 954 | 2016-05-04 16:35:16 | 85.01 | 94% |
| 52 | 2016-04-24 07:57:45 | 71.55 | 95% |