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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9049 | 2025-05-23 11:29:21 | 93.12 | 95.8% |
| 8433 | 2025-03-01 21:35:40 | 94.09 | 96.5% |
| 5117 | 2020-11-23 21:09:20 | 74.15 | 95% |
| 1877 | 2020-07-08 14:01:56 | 66.76 | 95% |