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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 390 | 2025-07-14 06:38:23 | 84.81 | 100% |
| 377 | 2025-06-14 10:33:51 | 67.19 | 98% |