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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 227 | 2025-03-27 18:15:53 | 59.55 | 93.5% |
| 164 | 2025-02-27 19:23:22 | 64.02 | 95.3% |
| 142 | 2025-02-22 21:27:24 | 57.74 | 94.1% |