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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 407 | 2025-06-29 08:36:24 | 52.18 | 93% |
| 172 | 2024-06-04 14:08:23 | 62.49 | 95.6% |
| 157 | 2024-06-01 09:43:31 | 54.40 | 94.5% |