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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 123 | 2025-04-11 16:20:13 | 56.73 | 95.4% |
| 61 | 2025-01-20 03:01:40 | 55.00 | 93.9% |