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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 645 | 2023-08-04 21:34:47 | 153.28 | 98.7% |
| 582 | 2023-07-21 21:20:54 | 149.63 | 97.7% |