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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2134 | 2016-06-04 05:44:49 | 76.41 | 97% |
| 1288 | 2016-05-10 09:55:55 | 70.28 | 94% |
| 495 | 2016-04-14 09:22:00 | 69.80 | 94% |
| 490 | 2016-04-14 09:16:13 | 70.91 | 96% |
| 452 | 2016-04-13 09:50:46 | 69.79 | 95% |
| 62 | 2016-04-02 10:21:05 | 62.16 | 93% |