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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 626 | 2026-01-12 07:59:25 | 135.93 | 98% |
| 100 | 2025-09-02 13:21:36 | 115.56 | 98% |