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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615 | 2018-09-07 08:55:58 | 110.79 | 98% |
530 | 2018-09-04 16:52:53 | 112.24 | 98% |