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 |
---|---|---|---|
1669 | 2016-05-15 02:25:08 | 97.00 | 96% |
1466 | 2016-02-15 21:12:56 | 93.71 | 98% |
1371 | 2016-02-05 13:47:38 | 91.58 | 94% |
148 | 2015-11-16 04:39:38 | 88.01 | 98% |