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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1176 | 2025-02-17 04:14:20 | 89.01 | 97.1% |
| 1117 | 2025-02-10 07:13:19 | 85.55 | 98.4% |
| 975 | 2025-01-22 11:31:32 | 86.65 | 98.7% |
| 895 | 2024-12-01 05:41:17 | 76.80 | 98% |
| 816 | 2024-11-26 02:29:17 | 76.04 | 97.5% |
| 535 | 2024-10-16 09:05:01 | 77.27 | 97.9% |