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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 40060 | 2016-06-18 12:18:47 | 153.81 | 94% |
| 33823 | 2016-05-14 14:02:52 | 144.91 | 89% |
| 32324 | 2016-05-03 17:38:00 | 138.21 | 97% |
| 28251 | 2016-03-23 20:42:22 | 142.15 | 93% |
| 19319 | 2015-10-18 11:04:48 | 159.59 | 97% |
| 5305 | 2015-03-22 06:57:45 | 135.73 | 93% |
| 4103 | 2015-03-08 04:57:28 | 137.68 | 92% |
| 3137 | 2015-02-28 01:25:47 | 139.13 | 94% |
| 1326 | 2015-02-06 04:50:00 | 160.17 | 99% |
| 1182 | 2015-02-03 06:11:26 | 148.59 | 97% |
| 938 | 2015-01-20 18:41:16 | 135.96 | 91% |