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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8105 | 2025-03-19 07:08:45 | 186.32 | 98.3% |
| 6466 | 2025-03-05 00:40:15 | 171.71 | 97.1% |
| 5962 | 2025-03-03 06:46:33 | 180.42 | 97.2% |
| 4453 | 2025-02-11 22:21:50 | 175.03 | 97.7% |
| 4009 | 2025-02-10 02:56:47 | 170.67 | 98.1% |
| 3575 | 2025-02-05 06:20:40 | 189.60 | 98.7% |
| 3472 | 2025-02-04 04:58:32 | 155.89 | 96.9% |
| 2382 | 2025-01-28 02:46:30 | 206.75 | 99.2% |
| 293 | 2025-01-18 21:01:33 | 162.46 | 97.9% |