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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 751 | 2025-01-20 00:42:14 | 65.40 | 96% |
| 592 | 2024-11-28 23:05:08 | 61.29 | 96% |
| 508 | 2024-11-05 01:26:41 | 58.90 | 95.8% |
| 164 | 2024-09-02 13:47:03 | 43.51 | 93.7% |