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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410 | 2016-04-29 13:28:41 | 77.41 | 93% |
263 | 2016-02-02 15:00:35 | 75.11 | 94% |