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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 145 | 2025-05-29 09:19:36 | 55.91 | 97% |
| 71 | 2025-05-22 11:28:21 | 57.42 | 97.1% |