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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 461 | 2025-05-27 07:18:10 | 59.85 | 96.8% |
| 410 | 2025-05-26 13:16:55 | 54.69 | 96.7% |
| 186 | 2025-05-16 06:47:29 | 58.30 | 98.9% |