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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2057 | 2023-07-20 03:28:59 | 72.80 | 98% |
339 | 2022-10-12 11:43:56 | 57.42 | 97% |
276 | 2022-10-11 12:29:20 | 56.42 | 94% |