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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5727 | 2025-04-11 21:27:08 | 95.25 | 98.5% |
| 5132 | 2022-08-04 06:06:04 | 79.28 | 97% |
| 466 | 2021-08-15 03:04:16 | 66.43 | 96% |