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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1574 | 2021-03-11 09:01:53 | 70.79 | 96% |
1396 | 2021-01-09 20:25:21 | 77.30 | 98% |
887 | 2020-12-16 15:14:09 | 72.17 | 99% |