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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2421 | 2016-05-10 21:16:34 | 63.40 | 98% |
| 2412 | 2016-05-10 21:05:08 | 63.72 | 98% |
| 1965 | 2016-03-10 21:38:49 | 51.44 | 94% |
| 1924 | 2016-03-10 20:48:41 | 58.89 | 94% |
| 665 | 2016-02-27 19:19:58 | 59.54 | 97% |