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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 645 | 2025-06-01 13:02:15 | 42.42 | 93% |
| 382 | 2024-08-03 08:12:17 | 44.42 | 95% |
| 222 | 2024-05-22 08:52:38 | 42.04 | 93% |