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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9628 | 2025-05-30 20:52:34 | 159.79 | 98.5% |
| 9408 | 2025-05-10 01:12:28 | 169.64 | 98.9% |
| 8109 | 2025-04-24 03:27:49 | 176.11 | 99.5% |
| 6368 | 2025-04-06 04:00:04 | 151.88 | 98.2% |