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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 807 | 2015-11-11 01:36:37 | 78.97 | 98% |
| 791 | 2015-11-08 00:47:59 | 80.13 | 94% |
| 755 | 2015-11-05 18:57:42 | 85.09 | 96% |
| 272 | 2015-10-05 15:13:29 | 76.42 | 96% |
| 252 | 2015-10-04 02:31:57 | 76.26 | 97% |