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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 191 | 2025-03-21 05:49:50 | 83.27 | 96.7% |
| 171 | 2025-03-20 14:07:42 | 85.25 | 95.7% |