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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694 | 2010-09-20 06:17:29 | 62.28 | |
540 | 2010-09-01 17:32:32 | 56.46 | |
520 | 2010-09-01 04:37:07 | 52.24 |