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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 530 | 2016-03-01 07:12:48 | 68.76 | 91% |
| 400 | 2016-02-22 13:26:08 | 81.88 | 93% |
| 331 | 2016-02-19 11:14:35 | 78.94 | 93% |
| 296 | 2016-02-18 13:03:09 | 73.58 | 91% |
| 272 | 2016-02-18 09:03:39 | 76.21 | 94% |