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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 408 | 2026-05-03 09:38:09 | 81.21 | 98% |
| 315 | 2026-04-13 09:10:39 | 70.53 | 98% |