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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1733 | 2015-05-07 07:55:34 | 124.15 | 95% |
| 1407 | 2015-02-06 12:30:49 | 121.15 | 96% |
| 1315 | 2015-01-23 11:59:05 | 128.57 | 99% |
| 795 | 2014-12-06 20:37:02 | 121.34 | 97% |
| 732 | 2014-12-06 01:32:54 | 107.63 | 96% |