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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 277 | 2025-03-04 15:13:52 | 61.57 | 95% |
| 85 | 2025-02-24 16:55:51 | 63.71 | 97% |