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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417 | 2024-03-28 17:25:34 | 65.25 | 94.6% |
91 | 2020-03-04 20:55:53 | 50.20 | 94% |
11 | 2019-09-30 03:01:26 | 48.97 | 93% |