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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4397 | 2023-11-12 11:36:49 | 108.82 | 98.7% |
1957 | 2021-04-15 08:45:49 | 70.13 | 97% |