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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1551 | 2025-02-16 14:07:33 | 61.44 | 96.5% |
| 1426 | 2024-12-29 17:38:52 | 69.08 | 97.5% |
| 1325 | 2024-11-21 15:10:39 | 53.89 | 94.8% |
| 1217 | 2024-11-14 14:34:39 | 63.37 | 96.4% |
| 865 | 2024-10-02 07:52:18 | 58.11 | 96.2% |