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 |
---|---|---|---|
1271 | 2016-03-24 16:14:52 | 91.06 | 97% |
829 | 2016-02-05 15:25:06 | 80.89 | 94% |
693 | 2016-02-03 13:23:12 | 91.98 | 98% |
626 | 2016-02-02 15:00:32 | 78.49 | 92% |
68 | 2016-01-08 14:12:06 | 74.38 | 95% |