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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1456 | 2015-04-01 03:23:52 | 99.47 | 91% |
| 1257 | 2015-03-29 10:16:55 | 92.25 | 89% |
| 905 | 2015-03-24 09:29:05 | 92.81 | 92% |
| 50 | 2015-02-27 10:43:11 | 71.07 | 88% |