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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2218 | 2016-08-05 15:16:51 | 87.56 | 95% |
| 2157 | 2016-06-12 14:50:12 | 86.64 | 95% |
| 1272 | 2016-04-18 01:00:23 | 84.13 | 97% |
| 815 | 2016-04-09 15:07:39 | 75.95 | 96% |
| 376 | 2016-03-31 15:51:45 | 67.05 | 94% |