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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 46 | 2025-11-18 17:04:42 | 50.90 | 96% |
| 32 | 2025-11-15 13:34:24 | 44.91 | 97% |