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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5062 | 2022-01-08 14:27:45 | 106.66 | 98% |
4185 | 2021-05-28 03:12:22 | 92.02 | 97% |