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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 391 | 2025-02-07 12:56:26 | 52.93 | 95.3% |
| 103 | 2018-04-19 12:09:16 | 47.18 | 97% |