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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1034 | 2023-11-23 20:54:49 | 113.52 | 96.9% |
| 321 | 2020-12-01 13:23:03 | 83.69 | 96% |