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 |
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5402 | 2021-05-15 04:23:22 | 101.63 | 97% |
1893 | 2021-03-29 20:32:38 | 86.26 | 96% |