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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9218 | 2021-09-15 13:21:23 | 94.17 | 97% |
8004 | 2021-06-11 14:50:55 | 86.80 | 98% |
6949 | 2020-03-19 08:41:13 | 98.39 | 98% |
5614 | 2019-03-30 11:02:18 | 94.25 | 98% |