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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2409 | 2025-03-19 12:25:46 | 99.40 | 98.7% |
| 1248 | 2021-03-10 05:00:39 | 77.81 | 98% |