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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 636 | 2025-04-14 13:09:07 | 59.48 | 95% |
| 279 | 2025-04-04 05:25:29 | 54.14 | 96% |