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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 695 | 2025-06-04 03:07:59 | 55.17 | 96% |
| 170 | 2024-09-22 15:21:37 | 47.84 | 95.6% |