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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 163 | 2025-02-15 19:14:14 | 96.87 | 98.1% |
| 118 | 2024-08-20 17:34:34 | 78.00 | 96.4% |