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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1217 | 2025-10-09 13:08:44 | 92.64 | 97% |
| 460 | 2025-07-17 09:06:23 | 79.61 | 97% |
| 229 | 2024-02-18 06:13:45 | 73.67 | 95.1% |