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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 359 | 2025-02-26 17:48:36 | 68.15 | 95.8% |
| 347 | 2024-12-16 07:52:49 | 76.16 | 97.6% |