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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1451 | 2023-03-09 12:20:27 | 48.20 | 95% |
1211 | 2023-02-20 11:59:17 | 49.60 | 95% |