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 |
---|---|---|---|
867 | 2024-03-01 18:40:46 | 92.55 | 97.7% |
547 | 2024-01-11 16:55:46 | 87.50 | 98.2% |
189 | 2023-12-20 21:51:42 | 96.52 | 99.5% |
36 | 2023-12-11 21:48:14 | 91.63 | 99.5% |