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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8147 | 2021-01-15 17:49:46 | 65.49 | 97% |
8057 | 2021-01-13 12:32:12 | 58.90 | 94% |
1830 | 2020-06-11 11:21:39 | 61.81 | 98% |