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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 684 | 2025-07-30 21:13:21 | 85.20 | 98% |
| 679 | 2025-07-25 10:53:58 | 69.67 | 96% |
| 516 | 2025-06-26 21:57:51 | 79.82 | 98% |