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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12718 | 2018-07-30 16:07:24 | 175.03 | 100% |
6728 | 2017-10-27 20:52:36 | 168.20 | 99% |
6629 | 2017-10-27 17:51:52 | 146.02 | 98% |