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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 795 | 2025-02-06 07:27:55 | 95.54 | 91.4% |
| 371 | 2024-08-22 16:14:31 | 88.38 | 91.5% |
| 340 | 2024-08-19 19:32:32 | 97.06 | 92.9% |