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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4342 | 2019-02-25 15:11:07 | 103.40 | 98% |
3604 | 2018-07-26 12:23:40 | 103.62 | 98% |
3531 | 2018-06-19 14:03:06 | 103.76 | 99% |