All at sea again, and now my hurricanes, have brought down this ocean rain, to bathe me again. My ship's a-sail, can you hear its tender frame, screaming from beneath the waves, screaming from beneath the waves? All hands on deck at dawn, sailing to sadder shores. Your port in my heavy storms, harbors the blackest thoughts.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2245 | 2025-01-28 04:00:30 | 75.69 | 98.3% |
| 1763 | 2025-01-23 01:40:03 | 65.99 | 96.5% |
| 1719 | 2025-01-22 21:23:00 | 70.54 | 97.8% |
| 1152 | 2025-01-09 22:03:27 | 77.94 | 98.3% |
| 1057 | 2025-01-07 22:08:12 | 75.82 | 98.3% |
| 903 | 2025-01-05 07:16:20 | 70.30 | 98.6% |
| 751 | 2024-12-30 10:23:27 | 73.60 | 99.4% |
| 489 | 2024-12-26 02:34:45 | 74.56 | 98.6% |
| 411 | 2024-12-25 00:14:10 | 71.09 | 98.5% |
| 329 | 2024-12-23 06:31:53 | 61.13 | 97% |