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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 905 | 2025-03-26 16:56:30 | 93.93 | 97% |
| 860 | 2025-02-05 15:14:04 | 88.13 | 96.7% |
| 633 | 2025-01-19 13:50:12 | 87.95 | 96.6% |