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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 471 | 2025-05-14 13:58:15 | 73.76 | 95.6% |
| 437 | 2025-04-27 02:39:36 | 67.61 | 94% |
| 356 | 2025-04-20 10:06:29 | 61.04 | 94.6% |
| 271 | 2025-04-01 06:24:58 | 64.97 | 95.6% |
| 246 | 2025-03-20 10:39:09 | 61.70 | 94.1% |