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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 260 | 2025-04-04 11:13:39 | 59.67 | 97% |
| 225 | 2025-04-01 07:06:25 | 55.30 | 97% |