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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 411 | 2025-04-08 13:51:13 | 72.66 | 96% |
| 96 | 2024-11-07 15:27:00 | 84.88 | 98.2% |