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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 116 | 2025-04-16 03:44:59 | 59.25 | 96.7% |
| 108 | 2023-12-09 03:37:26 | 54.07 | 96.3% |