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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1812 | 2025-04-07 13:08:13 | 55.44 | 98% |
| 1705 | 2025-02-28 15:33:29 | 53.18 | 98% |
| 1695 | 2025-02-26 12:17:51 | 55.58 | 99% |
| 1625 | 2025-02-20 13:49:41 | 56.72 | 98% |
| 1544 | 2025-02-05 14:31:55 | 52.61 | 98% |
| 1431 | 2025-01-06 12:33:33 | 55.78 | 98% |
| 1413 | 2024-12-31 15:55:51 | 58.21 | 99% |