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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1622 | 2017-08-11 20:49:24 | 134.97 | 99% |
999 | 2016-12-04 22:23:15 | 129.64 | 94% |
606 | 2016-11-24 19:24:58 | 123.92 | 96% |
259 | 2016-11-19 01:51:49 | 118.30 | 91% |