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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1602 | 2025-05-28 15:18:20 | 71.45 | 97% |
| 1554 | 2025-05-18 22:31:43 | 76.95 | 96% |
| 1300 | 2025-03-22 10:27:43 | 79.44 | 96% |
| 1273 | 2025-03-19 17:25:50 | 83.80 | 98% |
| 1069 | 2025-02-25 18:42:47 | 80.35 | 98.4% |
| 213 | 2024-09-11 19:30:03 | 52.97 | 94.4% |