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 |
---|---|---|---|
2781 | 2018-02-17 14:17:10 | 109.03 | 98% |
1738 | 2017-10-11 06:09:52 | 94.04 | 98% |
1005 | 2015-04-14 05:50:22 | 92.12 | 97% |