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 |
---|---|---|---|
696 | 2015-11-23 06:22:03 | 56.84 | 93% |
690 | 2015-11-23 06:09:00 | 64.07 | 95% |
672 | 2015-11-22 13:10:48 | 69.27 | 95% |
632 | 2015-11-18 08:25:58 | 58.05 | 88% |
300 | 2013-08-14 02:24:52 | 62.49 | 94% |