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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1886 | 2016-11-19 02:34:50 | 115.12 | 97% |
| 1190 | 2016-09-14 21:52:01 | 103.25 | 94% |
| 1124 | 2016-09-14 01:16:21 | 116.37 | 96% |
| 685 | 2016-08-25 19:39:58 | 114.73 | 98% |