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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 860 | 2025-03-17 14:10:29 | 84.68 | 97.5% |
| 825 | 2025-03-12 13:02:25 | 78.28 | 96.2% |
| 798 | 2025-03-11 10:46:00 | 84.00 | 97.5% |