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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1169 | 2025-06-12 14:54:20 | 75.57 | 96% |
| 498 | 2025-05-24 16:26:54 | 71.71 | 98% |
| 290 | 2025-05-18 10:57:55 | 71.77 | 99% |
| 73 | 2025-05-07 06:16:39 | 53.34 | 95% |