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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1008 | 2015-10-28 11:46:25 | 106.94 | 89% |
| 795 | 2015-10-14 23:08:50 | 107.36 | 92% |
| 636 | 2015-09-24 13:41:36 | 105.88 | 93% |
| 114 | 2015-05-14 07:39:49 | 101.03 | 94% |