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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1439 | 2021-06-03 02:38:06 | 108.47 | 98% |
1299 | 2021-06-01 08:17:56 | 112.35 | 98% |