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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1268 | 2025-03-21 13:45:46 | 78.47 | 97.8% |
| 1247 | 2025-03-17 14:07:58 | 75.05 | 97.3% |
| 809 | 2024-03-22 09:36:19 | 69.02 | 96.6% |