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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3508 | 2015-05-18 16:33:16 | 73.91 | 95% |
| 3123 | 2014-11-24 19:02:35 | 63.89 | 90% |
| 3077 | 2014-11-20 19:04:26 | 61.84 | 91% |
| 2828 | 2014-11-11 20:46:45 | 63.54 | 95% |
| 2796 | 2014-11-10 17:27:52 | 61.53 | 93% |
| 2589 | 2014-10-16 03:30:08 | 60.59 | 94% |
| 2202 | 2013-05-08 14:43:31 | 63.12 | 97% |
| 1857 | 2013-03-12 22:07:52 | 60.42 | 97% |
| 1551 | 2013-03-01 22:57:06 | 55.70 | 94% |
| 983 | 2013-01-28 22:06:07 | 54.39 | 95% |