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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1006 | 2014-11-12 05:28:59 | 147.24 | 98% |
| 711 | 2014-11-09 11:14:33 | 139.78 | 98% |
| 684 | 2014-11-09 10:47:33 | 149.28 | 98% |
| 647 | 2014-11-09 09:16:02 | 115.49 | 96% |
| 265 | 2014-11-05 13:00:26 | 141.27 | 98% |
| 230 | 2014-11-05 00:37:56 | 144.65 | 98% |