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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1981 | 2015-11-02 03:56:28 | 69.91 | 97% |
| 824 | 2015-08-14 08:31:39 | 62.95 | 97% |
| 617 | 2015-08-11 13:28:37 | 64.21 | 98% |
| 409 | 2015-08-09 10:43:59 | 70.33 | 97% |
| 111 | 2015-08-05 06:19:51 | 59.14 | 97% |