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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2186 | 2013-11-24 08:47:39 | 74.32 | 94% |
2103 | 2013-11-21 06:14:07 | 77.04 | 96% |
1779 | 2010-08-21 10:45:19 | 64.89 |