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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1372 | 2010-06-05 12:58:34 | 127.53 | |
1146 | 2010-06-03 10:40:12 | 119.66 | |
994 | 2010-06-01 08:01:05 | 118.00 | |
891 | 2010-05-31 11:27:01 | 130.13 |