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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 575 | 2025-05-17 07:53:09 | 60.72 | 97.5% |
| 337 | 2025-04-02 11:21:32 | 52.43 | 95% |
| 49 | 2024-03-16 12:48:31 | 49.32 | 96.7% |