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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 429 | 2025-06-09 10:15:51 | 79.06 | 97% |
| 334 | 2025-06-07 08:06:43 | 79.03 | 96% |
| 157 | 2025-06-03 13:36:07 | 56.81 | 94% |
| 150 | 2025-06-03 13:28:05 | 74.75 | 96% |