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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2638 | 2015-12-11 01:13:54 | 53.75 | 86% |
| 2369 | 2015-11-03 22:14:14 | 53.18 | 87% |
| 2160 | 2015-10-27 20:49:36 | 52.30 | 89% |
| 1299 | 2015-09-23 00:25:48 | 47.83 | 87% |
| 286 | 2015-08-10 23:47:36 | 40.36 | 93% |