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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1206 | 2015-07-01 04:29:42 | 76.12 | 91% |
| 1116 | 2015-04-30 01:45:22 | 90.44 | 94% |
| 860 | 2015-04-22 02:37:22 | 79.89 | 89% |
| 427 | 2015-03-08 23:21:28 | 85.08 | 92% |
| 171 | 2015-02-07 00:19:27 | 70.44 | 89% |