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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1675 | 2017-07-21 05:28:06 | 71.48 | 96% |
| 1315 | 2017-05-23 18:52:47 | 63.94 | 93% |
| 746 | 2017-05-04 20:57:30 | 68.56 | 93% |
| 191 | 2017-04-19 19:55:02 | 50.33 | 88% |
| 161 | 2017-04-18 00:17:38 | 56.89 | 93% |
| 158 | 2017-04-17 22:25:36 | 52.34 | 92% |