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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 54 | 2025-06-13 17:25:04 | 50.80 | 95% |
| 33 | 2025-06-13 16:39:26 | 50.48 | 96% |