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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1969 | 2015-11-19 19:00:05 | 76.87 | 92% |
| 1843 | 2015-11-06 18:49:34 | 86.76 | 96% |
| 1138 | 2015-10-20 15:59:51 | 76.62 | 93% |
| 588 | 2015-10-05 15:13:32 | 72.50 | 94% |
| 154 | 2015-09-17 14:54:50 | 81.09 | 95% |