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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 817 | 2015-06-24 22:58:57 | 93.75 | 98% |
| 331 | 2015-03-18 19:46:20 | 89.64 | 94% |
| 238 | 2015-03-10 19:36:22 | 89.82 | 96% |
| 124 | 2015-03-06 21:02:24 | 94.09 | 97% |
| 100 | 2015-03-05 18:18:54 | 91.00 | 94% |
| 77 | 2015-03-05 08:50:30 | 91.91 | 97% |