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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 845 | 2014-09-08 17:06:50 | 113.57 | 97% |
| 839 | 2014-09-08 16:02:27 | 111.12 | 97% |
| 809 | 2014-09-05 16:55:47 | 108.17 | 98% |
| 172 | 2014-08-28 22:49:57 | 115.08 | 97% |
| 164 | 2014-08-28 22:38:47 | 109.49 | 95% |
| 112 | 2014-08-26 23:19:25 | 107.69 | 97% |