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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1099 | 2015-10-06 19:12:40 | 59.96 | 91% |
| 1069 | 2015-10-02 03:54:18 | 60.66 | 93% |
| 936 | 2015-09-23 17:23:50 | 62.18 | 93% |
| 851 | 2015-09-20 09:14:07 | 62.03 | 92% |