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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1751 | 2015-09-30 04:45:28 | 99.09 | 97% |
| 885 | 2015-02-21 21:00:58 | 89.87 | 95% |
| 857 | 2015-02-20 16:31:04 | 92.28 | 98% |
| 694 | 2014-10-11 18:11:14 | 84.90 | 96% |
| 676 | 2014-10-10 16:45:35 | 84.96 | 97% |