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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 889 | 2016-09-29 06:30:14 | 61.11 | 86% |
| 771 | 2016-09-20 01:50:50 | 63.14 | 85% |
| 370 | 2016-09-09 08:42:29 | 70.99 | 90% |
| 200 | 2016-09-01 23:27:53 | 67.54 | 91% |
| 89 | 2016-08-30 07:35:03 | 67.68 | 88% |