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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923 | 2016-08-10 03:33:47 | 103.18 | 99% |
721 | 2016-08-03 15:54:05 | 91.39 | 96% |
362 | 2013-01-27 20:03:10 | 81.05 | 97% |