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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1801 | 2016-02-17 02:01:18 | 95.89 | 96% |
| 807 | 2015-12-27 20:49:33 | 84.24 | 95% |
| 749 | 2015-12-23 03:38:04 | 83.79 | 93% |
| 661 | 2015-12-16 04:52:26 | 66.46 | 94% |