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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 720 | 2025-05-02 16:23:59 | 73.19 | 97% |
| 689 | 2025-04-18 18:16:20 | 72.85 | 98% |
| 653 | 2025-04-14 13:30:51 | 73.48 | 98% |
| 519 | 2025-03-27 17:38:21 | 68.43 | 97% |
| 373 | 2025-02-27 17:12:35 | 62.79 | 96% |