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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 889 | 2017-03-06 19:32:28 | 91.06 | 94% |
| 663 | 2017-01-11 17:45:26 | 95.87 | 97% |
| 344 | 2016-11-27 21:35:38 | 95.67 | 97% |
| 268 | 2016-03-09 20:18:20 | 98.94 | 97% |
| 149 | 2014-01-07 21:47:49 | 90.97 | 96% |
| 142 | 2014-01-03 23:08:10 | 84.67 | 96% |