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 |
---|---|---|---|
1001 | 2016-11-18 07:50:07 | 77.43 | 97% |
867 | 2016-11-11 17:52:33 | 74.86 | 94% |
256 | 2016-09-27 10:38:40 | 64.00 | 93% |
45 | 2016-09-04 07:29:24 | 68.03 | 93% |