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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627 | 2012-05-07 10:23:36 | 72.50 | 92% |
380 | 2011-10-20 08:42:51 | 54.06 | 90% |