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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583 | 2015-03-09 19:02:03 | 59.39 | 86% |
196 | 2015-01-15 21:59:31 | 54.18 | 90% |