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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 473 | 2025-07-05 20:48:05 | 75.90 | 95% |
| 390 | 2025-06-15 21:25:38 | 76.53 | 95% |
| 382 | 2025-06-15 21:18:13 | 83.84 | 97% |
| 76 | 2025-05-17 02:40:21 | 73.93 | 97.4% |