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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 797 | 2025-05-18 10:45:12 | 63.04 | 95.9% |
| 733 | 2025-05-15 08:31:34 | 65.61 | 96.5% |
| 597 | 2025-05-10 13:05:05 | 64.62 | 97.5% |
| 497 | 2025-05-06 08:37:21 | 56.94 | 96.3% |
| 425 | 2025-05-04 02:52:32 | 61.78 | 97.7% |
| 405 | 2025-05-04 02:18:44 | 62.62 | 97.9% |
| 305 | 2025-04-29 10:31:11 | 54.21 | 96.5% |
| 277 | 2025-04-28 20:57:48 | 59.53 | 97.9% |
| 259 | 2025-04-27 18:57:33 | 55.33 | 96.8% |