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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1092 | 2016-08-31 15:34:40 | 98.10 | 95% |
| 1054 | 2016-08-30 08:03:31 | 85.61 | 93% |
| 783 | 2016-08-24 16:50:54 | 90.42 | 93% |
| 253 | 2016-08-06 08:45:28 | 83.96 | 92% |
| 139 | 2016-07-17 10:34:53 | 93.10 | 97% |