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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 662 | 2025-04-07 16:27:44 | 56.47 | 95.5% |
| 424 | 2025-03-21 20:15:27 | 63.07 | 96.2% |
| 352 | 2025-03-18 09:27:16 | 66.00 | 97.3% |
| 284 | 2025-03-13 17:25:35 | 49.50 | 94% |