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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 710 | 2025-07-09 23:08:10 | 53.93 | 95% |
| 561 | 2025-06-30 08:43:44 | 53.05 | 96% |
| 120 | 2025-05-22 17:42:16 | 50.38 | 96% |