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 |
---|---|---|---|
14050 | 2024-05-12 19:35:08 | 41.72 | 93% |
13943 | 2024-05-05 20:34:55 | 44.20 | 94% |
13939 | 2024-05-05 20:22:52 | 44.57 | 95% |
13607 | 2024-04-10 21:14:27 | 42.50 | 93.6% |
13431 | 2024-03-27 20:39:31 | 45.07 | 94.3% |