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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 100 | 2025-04-29 22:35:07 | 69.76 | 95% |
| 80 | 2025-01-21 03:41:06 | 71.27 | 97% |