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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1028 | 2014-10-04 17:52:39 | 97.81 | 91% |
| 711 | 2014-09-17 15:16:04 | 106.00 | 95% |
| 683 | 2014-09-13 15:51:23 | 103.02 | 94% |
| 304 | 2014-08-31 13:04:42 | 109.24 | 97% |
| 202 | 2014-08-28 15:54:22 | 105.62 | 98% |