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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 211 | 2026-02-13 21:59:20 | 60.51 | 98% |
| 147 | 2026-01-12 07:10:07 | 56.00 | 97% |