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 |
---|---|---|---|
7510 | 2019-02-09 23:58:55 | 154.34 | 99% |
710 | 2017-01-04 20:08:56 | 175.62 | 97% |
480 | 2017-01-02 20:41:30 | 158.36 | 93% |
84 | 2014-12-22 15:17:07 | 157.07 | 93% |