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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1761 | 2025-06-12 00:08:04 | 79.62 | 96% |
| 1560 | 2025-04-20 17:21:42 | 87.79 | 98.2% |
| 1216 | 2025-01-06 18:28:50 | 84.32 | 97% |
| 917 | 2024-11-27 13:21:05 | 89.96 | 97.7% |
| 861 | 2024-11-23 17:39:52 | 83.65 | 96.8% |
| 763 | 2024-11-13 16:15:12 | 78.86 | 96.2% |
| 574 | 2024-10-18 11:41:37 | 81.95 | 97.3% |
| 522 | 2024-10-16 07:41:01 | 79.70 | 96.1% |