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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6189 | 2016-09-01 06:14:19 | 74.53 | 91% |
| 6158 | 2016-08-23 19:55:29 | 65.43 | 89% |
| 5000 | 2016-02-02 07:16:38 | 72.94 | 90% |
| 3811 | 2015-03-02 05:07:19 | 67.41 | 93% |
| 2255 | 2014-03-16 08:45:29 | 47.84 | 86% |