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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7601 | 2025-06-05 16:18:40 | 126.80 | 99% |
| 7571 | 2025-06-03 21:06:58 | 134.82 | 99% |
| 2883 | 2020-11-28 01:59:40 | 105.55 | 97% |
| 539 | 2019-04-09 13:48:54 | 99.07 | 96% |