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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 854 | 2014-02-12 12:23:55 | 121.11 | 99% |
| 760 | 2014-01-31 13:05:26 | 130.51 | 100% |
| 451 | 2014-01-24 10:20:35 | 111.44 | 97% |
| 212 | 2014-01-18 05:21:32 | 113.91 | 99% |
| 207 | 2014-01-18 05:13:18 | 113.15 | 99% |
| 187 | 2014-01-17 14:15:31 | 95.28 | 96% |