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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1975 | 2015-12-28 13:44:23 | 78.01 | 94% |
| 1667 | 2015-12-25 11:49:51 | 67.90 | 91% |
| 1159 | 2015-12-20 10:07:52 | 72.34 | 93% |
| 431 | 2015-12-09 17:24:31 | 67.36 | 95% |
| 125 | 2015-12-02 18:33:12 | 61.81 | 92% |