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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486 | 2021-02-25 20:57:02 | 117.24 | 98.2% |
71 | 2019-07-24 21:20:52 | 105.54 | 97% |