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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 232 | 2022-07-09 18:11:33 | 53.48 | 94% |
| 152 | 2022-07-08 16:42:40 | 52.56 | 93% |