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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 502 | 2025-06-10 10:12:03 | 53.73 | 98% |
| 355 | 2025-05-01 10:44:02 | 52.50 | 99% |