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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579 | 2013-12-14 15:15:25 | 80.18 | 97% |
325 | 2013-12-06 02:13:51 | 64.13 | 93% |
34 | 2013-11-20 09:28:11 | 62.58 | 95% |