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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2847 | 2025-08-14 02:28:36 | 55.11 | 97% |
| 1599 | 2022-03-28 01:05:20 | 55.61 | 98% |
| 1434 | 2022-03-21 02:46:50 | 51.90 | 98% |
| 266 | 2021-11-16 21:50:47 | 47.62 | 98% |