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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 700 | 2014-04-19 01:55:05 | 126.33 | 94% |
| 587 | 2014-02-03 03:41:22 | 133.92 | 95% |
| 569 | 2014-02-03 01:03:08 | 131.53 | 95% |
| 535 | 2014-01-31 02:54:30 | 140.45 | 97% |
| 391 | 2014-01-26 21:46:44 | 141.73 | 97% |
| 41 | 2014-01-08 08:12:04 | 112.98 | 96% |