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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 95 | 2025-12-16 03:10:24 | 65.76 | 95% |
| 82 | 2024-08-03 23:55:18 | 82.55 | 96.3% |