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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1050 | 2024-08-03 18:24:50 | 48.47 | 97.7% |
| 871 | 2024-06-14 16:54:39 | 46.41 | 98.9% |