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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 883 | 2025-05-08 16:43:23 | 95.91 | 98.4% |
| 107 | 2019-06-24 05:41:40 | 61.76 | 97% |