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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3985 | 2016-03-31 08:03:37 | 113.25 | 97% |
| 3967 | 2016-03-30 12:23:47 | 115.25 | 95% |
| 3601 | 2016-02-03 17:05:58 | 125.22 | 96% |
| 3050 | 2016-01-02 16:16:46 | 111.01 | 95% |
| 2230 | 2015-10-05 08:55:28 | 103.61 | 93% |