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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2765 | 2022-07-26 02:52:26 | 94.22 | 97% |
2077 | 2022-06-21 03:26:36 | 67.02 | 95% |