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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1231 | 2022-10-09 12:54:32 | 113.48 | 98% |
467 | 2022-04-30 21:45:22 | 112.49 | 98% |