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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2775 | 2022-01-23 10:21:26 | 75.07 | 97% |
| 1616 | 2020-01-02 14:20:11 | 71.54 | 97% |