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 |
---|---|---|---|
2500 | 2023-02-15 09:55:25 | 99.73 | 97% |
1419 | 2021-10-10 11:07:49 | 80.37 | 96% |