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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 48 | 2024-02-07 03:37:01 | 53.43 | 93.9% |
| 34 | 2024-02-06 07:50:18 | 57.16 | 94.6% |