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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1452 | 2025-07-25 15:56:25 | 65.12 | 95% |
| 1438 | 2025-07-25 10:35:07 | 68.66 | 97% |
| 1374 | 2025-07-22 01:32:37 | 47.62 | 94% |
| 1213 | 2025-07-10 17:36:44 | 62.52 | 95% |
| 883 | 2025-07-02 15:48:42 | 60.11 | 97% |
| 843 | 2025-07-02 05:52:08 | 64.05 | 96% |
| 230 | 2025-06-13 14:22:11 | 56.86 | 95% |
| 42 | 2025-05-29 17:08:26 | 56.89 | 96% |