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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 852 | 2025-08-02 17:30:36 | 83.88 | 97% |
| 740 | 2025-05-24 16:26:50 | 77.23 | 97% |
| 523 | 2024-06-03 16:19:20 | 69.34 | 95.8% |
| 38 | 2024-03-18 19:59:19 | 54.66 | 96.5% |