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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1591 | 2025-06-17 03:53:24 | 93.80 | 98% |
| 768 | 2024-05-16 14:03:16 | 78.56 | 96.2% |
| 669 | 2024-04-27 15:12:20 | 78.16 | 96.6% |
| 391 | 2024-03-22 09:21:54 | 80.05 | 97.2% |