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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3548 | 2023-12-18 07:11:52 | 73.12 | 95.7% |
3341 | 2023-04-23 21:29:12 | 71.05 | 95% |