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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1175 | 2014-01-18 06:59:42 | 46.65 | 95% |
680 | 2013-12-24 11:55:19 | 40.52 | 89% |
509 | 2013-12-19 11:02:06 | 39.61 | 90% |