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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217 | 2017-03-03 13:26:28 | 49.72 | 96% |
206 | 2017-03-02 16:26:11 | 50.14 | 97% |