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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 458 | 2025-02-03 17:43:42 | 67.62 | 95.5% |
| 11 | 2025-01-16 03:42:19 | 72.21 | 97% |