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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4325 | 2023-11-13 10:37:15 | 89.16 | 97.1% |
| 4260 | 2023-11-06 13:43:27 | 92.83 | 97.1% |
| 545 | 2021-12-01 16:41:40 | 89.26 | 97% |