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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1480 | 2015-07-29 03:03:29 | 87.84 | 95% |
| 1040 | 2015-05-28 10:54:53 | 87.55 | 98% |
| 435 | 2015-05-02 13:49:13 | 75.79 | 97% |
| 107 | 2015-04-26 13:34:30 | 63.21 | 97% |
| 12 | 2015-04-25 12:29:31 | 57.19 | 94% |