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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666 | 2024-09-08 16:29:35 | 74.36 | 97.9% |
408 | 2024-04-07 04:05:00 | 83.24 | 97.1% |
350 | 2024-01-29 09:16:18 | 72.55 | 96.2% |