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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 885 | 2025-07-19 23:26:51 | 86.89 | 98% |
| 782 | 2024-01-01 03:01:45 | 81.37 | 97.8% |