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 |
---|---|---|---|
2930 | 2018-01-11 07:51:29 | 157.11 | 98% |
1793 | 2017-12-30 09:28:05 | 139.68 | 96% |
1418 | 2017-12-28 04:18:43 | 142.90 | 96% |
765 | 2017-12-19 23:23:04 | 167.03 | 98% |