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 |
---|---|---|---|
6155 | 2024-07-18 13:39:09 | 93.34 | 97.6% |
5534 | 2024-04-26 10:10:42 | 104.34 | 98.7% |
3505 | 2023-07-03 13:52:49 | 91.79 | 98.2% |
2798 | 2022-11-03 12:13:26 | 81.44 | 98% |