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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3639 | 2017-10-04 21:39:01 | 51.90 | 98% |
| 1895 | 2016-09-23 20:28:15 | 46.03 | 94% |
| 753 | 2016-08-08 12:25:26 | 49.27 | 94% |
| 356 | 2016-07-29 10:15:10 | 48.64 | 95% |
| 33 | 2016-07-19 21:20:56 | 48.86 | 97% |