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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804 | 2016-02-20 13:48:53 | 82.00 | 93% |
452 | 2015-05-22 14:43:26 | 84.79 | 96% |
257 | 2014-04-26 08:58:10 | 71.43 | 92% |