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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1770 | 2015-07-08 08:21:32 | 92.13 | 96% |
| 1115 | 2015-05-01 18:34:20 | 88.44 | 94% |
| 1066 | 2015-04-29 17:54:19 | 91.77 | 98% |
| 1031 | 2015-04-29 04:51:53 | 84.04 | 95% |
| 861 | 2015-04-26 15:03:39 | 78.07 | 92% |