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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477 | 2014-05-29 01:15:30 | 48.23 | 90% |
475 | 2014-05-29 01:12:00 | 53.12 | 93% |
265 | 2014-04-04 03:06:27 | 47.22 | 91% |