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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33 | 2023-11-11 22:34:20 | 75.97 | 96.5% |
| 5 | 2023-11-11 04:07:35 | 70.71 | 94.5% |