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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 558 | 2025-05-02 14:59:43 | 49.29 | 95.1% |
| 518 | 2025-04-28 03:28:06 | 60.25 | 95.9% |
| 410 | 2025-04-25 01:53:22 | 61.74 | 94.3% |