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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 883 | 2025-06-08 10:13:19 | 58.49 | 94% |
| 719 | 2025-05-27 01:57:15 | 61.90 | 95% |
| 574 | 2025-05-23 12:20:20 | 61.57 | 95% |
| 311 | 2025-05-10 13:18:34 | 57.64 | 96% |
| 271 | 2025-04-30 02:10:39 | 44.78 | 93% |
| 234 | 2025-04-07 01:34:01 | 45.83 | 93% |