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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1257 | 2025-10-26 17:11:13 | 48.88 | 95% |
| 798 | 2024-09-17 06:37:34 | 42.55 | 95.9% |