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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1490 | 2023-12-22 00:42:53 | 121.89 | 99.5% |
| 167 | 2021-05-31 10:00:05 | 84.39 | 95% |