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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538 | 2016-01-01 21:37:52 | 47.74 | 90% |
490 | 2015-12-31 17:40:45 | 52.12 | 93% |