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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875 | 2020-08-08 01:47:27 | 53.67 | 95% |
216 | 2020-04-04 06:14:44 | 45.37 | 95% |