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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2497 | 2017-07-01 19:08:37 | 79.88 | 96% |
| 1518 | 2017-06-14 20:16:31 | 87.75 | 97% |
| 1515 | 2017-06-14 20:13:15 | 87.35 | 98% |
| 1114 | 2017-06-10 04:24:33 | 83.13 | 97% |
| 180 | 2017-05-28 18:45:57 | 78.81 | 92% |