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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1639 | 2012-10-26 17:24:39 | 54.10 | 94% |
1079 | 2011-06-11 07:13:33 | 54.74 | 94% |
829 | 2010-10-02 07:23:43 | 51.53 |