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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1556 | 2024-07-04 08:36:08 | 61.51 | 94% |
| 1301 | 2023-02-22 14:12:54 | 72.70 | 96% |
| 561 | 2022-05-13 12:49:25 | 55.41 | 96% |