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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2081 | 2025-02-27 00:19:01 | 86.02 | 97.8% |
| 1193 | 2022-01-10 13:14:51 | 77.36 | 96% |