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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2241 | 2021-04-20 15:17:46 | 89.89 | 97% |
756 | 2020-12-26 09:18:43 | 83.85 | 95% |
637 | 2020-12-23 09:35:29 | 85.71 | 98% |