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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 366 | 2025-05-06 18:00:28 | 74.51 | 95.2% |
| 236 | 2025-04-27 19:52:09 | 87.00 | 97.3% |
| 6 | 2025-04-18 19:58:06 | 66.49 | 94.2% |