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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3036 | 2017-01-19 16:12:17 | 129.60 | 98% |
| 2847 | 2016-10-04 12:40:14 | 118.65 | 97% |
| 1926 | 2016-09-02 15:24:10 | 128.02 | 99% |
| 1291 | 2016-07-27 17:11:55 | 114.07 | 97% |
| 52 | 2016-07-08 20:18:47 | 105.16 | 94% |