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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1155 | 2016-05-28 15:49:03 | 62.61 | 93% |
| 1007 | 2016-05-20 17:54:29 | 63.79 | 94% |
| 850 | 2016-05-13 11:04:11 | 67.23 | 95% |
| 801 | 2016-05-09 19:23:18 | 57.45 | 92% |
| 430 | 2016-04-22 20:12:43 | 66.10 | 96% |