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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5109 | 2022-04-10 04:12:02 | 83.07 | 97% |
| 3306 | 2021-08-26 13:07:32 | 91.87 | 97% |
| 186 | 2021-01-31 15:38:47 | 73.80 | 98.1% |