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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 846 | 2025-02-20 21:43:25 | 83.66 | 96.8% |
| 737 | 2024-12-06 13:19:46 | 92.23 | 98.4% |