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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1187 | 2016-08-30 20:38:45 | 81.60 | 93% |
| 1134 | 2016-08-27 23:49:49 | 83.98 | 92% |
| 893 | 2016-06-20 02:22:53 | 82.26 | 90% |
| 860 | 2016-06-18 06:14:57 | 71.39 | 89% |
| 467 | 2016-02-05 11:57:19 | 62.64 | 90% |
| 111 | 2013-12-24 00:04:49 | 62.58 | 91% |