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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5564 | 2025-04-18 15:37:05 | 88.59 | 96% |
| 5480 | 2025-04-15 16:14:19 | 95.65 | 97% |
| 5300 | 2025-04-07 20:26:24 | 93.00 | 97% |
| 4288 | 2025-02-26 03:10:23 | 95.32 | 97% |
| 4025 | 2025-02-14 16:54:05 | 85.53 | 96% |
| 3289 | 2025-01-19 03:14:23 | 84.51 | 96% |
| 2237 | 2024-12-03 13:15:00 | 79.74 | 96.3% |
| 1689 | 2024-11-05 00:58:42 | 80.09 | 95.6% |
| 1658 | 2024-10-31 17:21:39 | 75.14 | 94.6% |
| 987 | 2024-09-23 18:30:34 | 67.55 | 95.1% |
| 781 | 2024-09-09 22:06:59 | 64.25 | 93.7% |
| 102 | 2024-06-03 01:52:34 | 59.50 | 98.2% |