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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 594 | 2025-06-24 05:05:09 | 66.17 | 95% |
| 402 | 2025-04-03 06:47:07 | 68.38 | 94.8% |