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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 275 | 2025-03-18 20:59:47 | 77.86 | 95% |
| 33 | 2025-03-04 11:20:28 | 71.74 | 95.7% |
| 24 | 2025-03-04 11:09:24 | 65.38 | 94.4% |