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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4225 | 2023-07-07 05:59:15 | 56.36 | 96% |
2519 | 2022-10-05 06:21:55 | 48.67 | 94% |