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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 583 | 2023-06-07 03:40:21 | 43.48 | 93% |
| 291 | 2023-05-11 03:54:26 | 37.64 | 92% |