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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 294 | 2025-05-06 06:09:45 | 63.60 | 93.9% |
| 288 | 2025-02-10 01:01:48 | 63.22 | 94.5% |
| 282 | 2025-01-31 06:17:18 | 71.23 | 96% |