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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1925 | 2025-04-19 13:24:15 | 84.33 | 96.8% |
| 1906 | 2025-04-13 16:05:14 | 98.14 | 97% |
| 1151 | 2024-04-14 15:43:56 | 79.71 | 96.7% |
| 1108 | 2024-04-01 12:25:16 | 70.63 | 95.3% |