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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1123 | 2024-04-17 18:18:49 | 107.91 | 97.6% |
854 | 2024-01-29 17:00:22 | 117.04 | 98.2% |