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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1697 | 2014-08-19 10:25:37 | 109.13 | 95% |
1642 | 2014-07-22 06:03:04 | 93.55 | 90% |
1252 | 2013-01-15 19:27:28 | 92.63 | 94% |
821 | 2012-12-17 21:11:29 | 94.63 | 95% |