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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2478 | 2026-04-25 09:37:22 | 131.24 | 99% |
| 1359 | 2026-04-12 16:51:46 | 111.31 | 99% |
| 1001 | 2026-04-11 05:54:19 | 107.48 | 99% |
| 581 | 2026-04-10 06:55:08 | 125.59 | 100% |