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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2517 | 2021-01-11 08:00:09 | 65.25 | 94% |
994 | 2020-11-21 14:32:43 | 68.03 | 95% |