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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 671 | 2025-03-11 04:51:45 | 110.45 | 99% |
| 409 | 2025-03-06 06:05:57 | 101.44 | 98% |