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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1001 | 2015-01-30 20:51:33 | 98.84 | 97% |
| 650 | 2014-11-13 20:58:32 | 89.83 | 97% |
| 499 | 2014-09-17 06:26:31 | 90.65 | 95% |
| 313 | 2014-08-25 16:14:55 | 98.89 | 97% |