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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1474 | 2016-07-14 17:10:38 | 68.06 | 94% |
782 | 2016-04-23 20:05:20 | 60.19 | 94% |
78 | 2016-03-15 22:02:03 | 49.54 | 91% |