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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2026 | 2015-03-31 13:03:08 | 76.70 | 94% |
| 1459 | 2015-03-06 16:52:19 | 59.49 | 88% |
| 1308 | 2015-03-04 13:05:01 | 65.17 | 92% |
| 154 | 2015-02-08 19:58:07 | 67.36 | 91% |
| 153 | 2015-02-08 19:56:39 | 66.24 | 94% |