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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 296 | 2025-05-16 20:08:02 | 76.87 | 97% |
| 158 | 2025-04-28 11:47:50 | 70.01 | 97% |