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 |
---|---|---|---|
3292 | 2024-03-06 01:01:06 | 79.13 | 98.9% |
3268 | 2024-03-05 06:36:34 | 81.51 | 99.5% |
3222 | 2024-03-05 00:30:51 | 83.46 | 99.5% |
2762 | 2024-02-16 00:32:32 | 81.75 | 99% |