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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608 | 2024-03-08 20:34:29 | 133.87 | 99.5% |
240 | 2020-12-20 17:35:08 | 96.10 | 98% |