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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 451 | 2015-06-08 16:33:14 | 98.56 | 95% |
| 194 | 2015-06-05 16:19:53 | 88.85 | 92% |
| 127 | 2015-06-04 15:39:31 | 103.97 | 95% |
| 38 | 2015-06-02 01:56:08 | 95.98 | 95% |