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 |
---|---|---|---|
1033 | 2011-11-18 18:34:46 | 43.53 | 95% |
764 | 2011-11-04 20:11:58 | 49.45 | 95% |
366 | 2011-08-28 15:36:56 | 47.48 | 97% |