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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1291 | 2017-08-13 17:12:25 | 87.15 | 97% |
| 1152 | 2017-05-01 03:40:01 | 81.89 | 93% |
| 1084 | 2016-09-12 16:30:46 | 87.06 | 96% |
| 1074 | 2016-09-12 16:16:42 | 79.86 | 92% |
| 847 | 2016-06-30 20:28:49 | 85.55 | 97% |
| 228 | 2015-10-10 16:04:43 | 67.36 | 93% |
| 150 | 2015-06-06 15:57:53 | 66.63 | 95% |