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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1600 | 2013-11-06 01:10:35 | 79.26 | 98% |
458 | 2010-12-23 15:29:00 | 73.76 | |
395 | 2010-12-20 22:16:35 | 40.07 | |
1 | 2010-08-20 13:49:51 | 63.73 |