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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2483 | 2018-03-31 17:56:52 | 61.45 | 98% |
618 | 2017-03-15 17:33:59 | 52.90 | 93% |