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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8618 | 2017-07-24 15:16:52 | 92.13 | 98% |
| 8368 | 2017-07-22 15:55:12 | 108.73 | 98% |
| 7141 | 2017-07-12 08:28:28 | 95.11 | 98% |
| 6997 | 2017-07-04 09:08:04 | 103.37 | 98% |
| 2637 | 2017-04-24 07:31:11 | 85.79 | 93% |
| 2429 | 2017-04-21 06:47:33 | 85.67 | 93% |
| 2424 | 2017-04-21 06:41:14 | 85.57 | 94% |
| 2407 | 2017-04-21 00:39:09 | 87.59 | 98% |