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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 180 | 2025-04-28 07:33:23 | 58.24 | 96.3% |
| 155 | 2024-10-22 12:24:31 | 51.25 | 94.9% |
| 20 | 2024-09-29 00:50:39 | 56.55 | 96.3% |
| 14 | 2024-09-27 02:59:39 | 50.27 | 95.3% |