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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151 | 2013-04-28 21:56:07 | 135.90 | 99% |
13 | 2012-12-20 00:17:32 | 104.09 | 91% |