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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1813 | 2025-07-14 08:03:26 | 64.15 | 98% |
| 1788 | 2025-07-14 05:26:04 | 60.10 | 98% |
| 1665 | 2025-07-10 06:29:43 | 55.94 | 97% |
| 1573 | 2025-07-07 05:33:31 | 53.40 | 98% |
| 1497 | 2025-07-01 12:00:49 | 52.47 | 96% |
| 1403 | 2025-06-28 13:14:55 | 48.65 | 97% |
| 1080 | 2025-06-16 06:12:03 | 61.85 | 98% |
| 805 | 2025-06-07 04:40:52 | 45.22 | 96% |
| 751 | 2025-06-05 12:39:17 | 49.55 | 95% |