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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2407 | 2016-03-11 15:15:14 | 66.84 | 96% |
| 1697 | 2016-02-10 23:13:13 | 58.64 | 92% |
| 1613 | 2016-02-08 22:39:48 | 55.14 | 93% |
| 1598 | 2016-02-08 19:15:17 | 58.72 | 93% |
| 1499 | 2016-02-08 14:36:55 | 62.81 | 94% |