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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8530 | 2025-01-08 18:54:32 | 105.98 | 97.7% |
| 7945 | 2024-09-28 03:50:47 | 125.26 | 97.5% |
| 4465 | 2019-12-27 04:10:53 | 107.68 | 98% |
| 1908 | 2019-01-06 06:29:43 | 83.44 | 94% |
| 986 | 2016-12-06 07:24:49 | 83.25 | 90% |