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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 545 | 2026-01-21 08:42:12 | 48.82 | 94% |
| 327 | 2026-01-12 11:59:17 | 48.99 | 94% |
| 40 | 2025-04-07 19:49:40 | 52.13 | 97% |