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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 999 | 2025-05-24 07:03:46 | 94.38 | 97.8% |
| 990 | 2025-05-24 03:14:58 | 78.28 | 94.8% |
| 572 | 2025-05-06 16:14:36 | 75.22 | 94.9% |
| 565 | 2025-05-06 11:35:02 | 65.72 | 93.6% |
| 557 | 2025-05-06 11:24:19 | 66.60 | 93.9% |
| 78 | 2025-03-26 23:03:12 | 62.47 | 95.2% |