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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1320 | 2015-07-23 17:55:30 | 66.38 | 98% |
| 1054 | 2015-07-09 15:46:09 | 47.22 | 95% |
| 530 | 2015-06-11 18:29:29 | 48.28 | 95% |
| 301 | 2015-06-01 19:02:34 | 46.92 | 94% |