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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2326 | 2015-07-30 20:22:10 | 48.66 | 89% |
1557 | 2015-06-15 20:44:56 | 53.06 | 95% |