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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1730 | 2015-12-31 09:27:38 | 111.13 | 98% |
| 1644 | 2015-12-28 11:00:22 | 117.00 | 95% |
| 1376 | 2015-12-24 10:03:37 | 110.68 | 98% |
| 237 | 2015-11-26 09:39:03 | 102.27 | 95% |
| 198 | 2015-11-26 08:57:50 | 98.90 | 96% |