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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 393 | 2025-05-13 06:59:04 | 61.89 | 97% |
| 334 | 2025-03-10 06:41:48 | 55.06 | 96% |
| 103 | 2025-02-09 06:34:56 | 51.91 | 95% |