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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982 | 2023-08-03 21:55:24 | 114.78 | 98% |
650 | 2023-05-11 22:00:56 | 121.13 | 98% |