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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 761 | 2025-06-13 22:35:29 | 102.03 | 98% |
| 604 | 2024-03-09 04:04:33 | 96.39 | 98.2% |
| 199 | 2023-12-29 04:52:11 | 85.00 | 97.2% |
| 67 | 2023-12-25 22:48:38 | 92.41 | 97.1% |