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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 75 | 2025-07-06 21:55:38 | 42.47 | 97% |
| 24 | 2024-03-22 22:17:34 | 43.28 | 97.2% |