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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3712 | 2015-07-14 12:56:39 | 88.93 | 88% |
| 3538 | 2015-06-28 14:52:45 | 114.88 | 99% |
| 3411 | 2015-06-04 14:25:44 | 94.69 | 88% |
| 3085 | 2014-04-17 06:40:57 | 91.95 | 97% |
| 2989 | 2014-04-03 15:45:30 | 96.06 | 88% |
| 2857 | 2014-03-26 03:29:29 | 101.99 | 96% |
| 2726 | 2014-03-23 16:50:17 | 80.85 | 86% |
| 2172 | 2013-11-09 04:23:21 | 90.05 | 94% |
| 1914 | 2013-10-23 08:30:32 | 93.17 | 96% |
| 1530 | 2013-09-12 07:18:40 | 95.00 | 94% |
| 636 | 2013-08-18 09:23:08 | 98.16 | 93% |
| 261 | 2013-08-14 07:17:53 | 89.32 | 91% |