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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5151 | 2024-03-05 00:51:33 | 130.96 | 98.1% |
4424 | 2021-07-11 22:21:07 | 121.76 | 96% |
3914 | 2021-04-26 20:10:40 | 144.47 | 98% |