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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966 | 2020-07-25 07:10:43 | 125.64 | 99% |
66 | 2014-04-15 06:01:20 | 151.74 | 98% |
18 | 2014-04-12 12:37:05 | 124.19 | 90% |