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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1057 | 2016-11-11 13:16:47 | 75.37 | 94% |
| 930 | 2016-10-29 19:09:02 | 82.45 | 97% |
| 627 | 2016-10-22 12:06:27 | 68.40 | 91% |
| 504 | 2016-10-20 10:42:05 | 64.79 | 92% |
| 419 | 2016-10-17 16:42:10 | 66.06 | 93% |