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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1989 | 2011-06-02 02:17:04 | 114.63 | 96% |
1439 | 2011-04-26 04:18:38 | 116.19 | |
903 | 2010-06-10 20:26:04 | 121.22 |