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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 683 | 2025-03-18 09:27:25 | 58.03 | 96.3% |
| 575 | 2024-05-30 17:54:34 | 57.46 | 95.1% |
| 531 | 2024-04-26 20:03:47 | 59.64 | 96.7% |
| 402 | 2024-03-28 05:57:47 | 52.72 | 94.9% |
| 278 | 2024-03-23 07:42:59 | 52.06 | 96.3% |
| 175 | 2024-03-16 04:08:30 | 51.89 | 95.6% |