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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2084 | 2015-06-16 18:22:50 | 63.36 | 94% |
| 1432 | 2015-05-24 23:37:05 | 58.83 | 88% |
| 1329 | 2015-05-23 15:28:54 | 62.80 | 93% |
| 854 | 2015-05-02 13:13:44 | 54.69 | 91% |
| 304 | 2015-04-27 22:06:33 | 42.89 | 86% |