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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4244 | 2019-10-23 07:29:14 | 92.44 | 98% |
1425 | 2017-06-21 07:23:17 | 73.97 | 96% |