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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1858 | 2025-06-19 20:10:33 | 111.05 | 99% |
| 1560 | 2024-10-14 17:09:16 | 101.15 | 97% |
| 1344 | 2024-09-21 09:17:58 | 111.52 | 98.7% |
| 1044 | 2024-08-20 08:25:52 | 95.08 | 98.4% |