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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3058 | 2021-03-12 01:56:35 | 99.54 | 96% |
1917 | 2020-07-18 04:21:27 | 84.07 | 96% |