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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 447 | 2025-05-10 11:02:41 | 52.79 | 97% |
| 321 | 2025-03-21 18:12:18 | 51.43 | 97.5% |