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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 733 | 2025-04-16 01:30:15 | 69.19 | 96.9% |
| 626 | 2025-03-31 21:57:20 | 62.55 | 96.7% |
| 537 | 2025-03-09 20:04:36 | 59.75 | 95.5% |
| 485 | 2025-02-23 16:00:31 | 59.19 | 95.2% |