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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2014 | 2025-03-27 03:48:17 | 103.28 | 97% |
| 1388 | 2024-02-26 10:43:46 | 90.38 | 96.7% |
| 1322 | 2024-02-24 15:19:25 | 99.52 | 97.4% |
| 784 | 2023-12-31 15:37:11 | 96.30 | 97.5% |