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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3023 | 2025-10-27 19:50:24 | 95.45 | 98% |
| 1372 | 2024-02-15 18:45:18 | 81.77 | 97.7% |
| 443 | 2023-11-10 23:07:18 | 78.96 | 98.4% |