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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1041 | 2025-05-06 16:14:36 | 76.38 | 96.5% |
| 975 | 2025-03-08 11:16:33 | 74.87 | 97% |
| 886 | 2025-02-24 12:11:15 | 74.12 | 97.6% |
| 852 | 2025-02-20 16:42:44 | 78.43 | 97.7% |