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 | 2025-10-02 02:19:29 | 63.90 | 99% |
| 255 | 2025-10-02 01:02:27 | 59.09 | 97% |