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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1255 | 2015-05-21 23:49:51 | 86.33 | 96% |
| 1228 | 2015-05-16 19:29:23 | 82.05 | 91% |
| 658 | 2015-02-09 06:49:51 | 75.42 | 94% |
| 633 | 2015-02-05 05:18:44 | 86.39 | 97% |