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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 463 | 2025-06-23 15:03:30 | 61.89 | 96% |
| 456 | 2025-06-23 14:50:23 | 64.81 | 97% |
| 423 | 2025-06-17 18:19:54 | 55.38 | 96% |
| 333 | 2025-06-01 15:19:20 | 60.99 | 96% |
| 49 | 2025-03-19 13:51:18 | 54.75 | 95% |