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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2377 | 2015-06-06 00:45:09 | 65.20 | 91% |
| 2307 | 2015-06-03 20:24:35 | 67.51 | 91% |
| 1849 | 2015-04-23 21:44:45 | 62.52 | 87% |
| 1330 | 2015-04-06 23:29:00 | 62.43 | 89% |
| 1212 | 2015-04-03 03:15:11 | 52.65 | 87% |
| 890 | 2015-03-26 22:52:08 | 59.78 | 90% |
| 123 | 2015-03-13 03:20:32 | 52.63 | 90% |
| 72 | 2015-03-10 03:40:35 | 54.83 | 91% |