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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282 | 2014-02-11 07:19:03 | 51.36 | 91% |
168 | 2013-09-21 18:52:44 | 50.56 | 92% |