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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 666 | 2025-05-03 17:33:22 | 47.80 | 93.1% |
| 526 | 2025-04-24 14:10:47 | 52.58 | 93.3% |
| 427 | 2025-04-19 09:48:27 | 50.35 | 94.7% |