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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 925 | 2025-01-12 20:07:56 | 67.23 | 97.2% |
| 594 | 2024-09-28 13:52:00 | 66.83 | 98.4% |
| 590 | 2024-09-26 11:54:23 | 60.02 | 97.2% |
| 525 | 2024-09-16 14:04:57 | 60.26 | 97.7% |
| 262 | 2024-01-10 21:17:33 | 49.32 | 97.4% |
| 254 | 2024-01-10 19:30:02 | 47.67 | 98.2% |