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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2700 | 2025-07-06 20:21:08 | 95.34 | 98% |
| 2164 | 2024-04-13 19:54:49 | 86.46 | 97.9% |
| 1176 | 2021-11-20 23:05:09 | 61.29 | 95% |