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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1890 | 2025-11-21 13:05:00 | 63.65 | 96% |
| 1860 | 2025-11-14 15:27:27 | 73.37 | 96% |
| 1647 | 2024-07-31 12:46:48 | 63.16 | 96.2% |
| 1646 | 2024-07-30 06:43:53 | 61.48 | 95.9% |
| 1588 | 2024-06-15 14:21:43 | 63.78 | 96.6% |
| 1477 | 2024-05-23 17:16:01 | 61.16 | 96.7% |
| 1433 | 2024-05-18 18:43:26 | 58.15 | 95.2% |
| 1078 | 2024-04-21 15:42:53 | 66.15 | 98.9% |
| 919 | 2024-04-12 08:52:31 | 53.39 | 95.6% |
| 781 | 2024-04-03 15:14:54 | 50.33 | 94% |
| 420 | 2024-01-04 12:05:28 | 47.43 | 93.9% |
| 353 | 2023-12-28 14:17:11 | 49.97 | 93.8% |