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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 372 | 2025-04-12 22:43:42 | 75.69 | 97% |
| 215 | 2025-04-03 20:03:20 | 59.38 | 94% |
| 202 | 2025-04-03 19:48:39 | 74.83 | 97% |