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 |
---|---|---|---|
1953 | 2015-12-09 16:41:21 | 53.79 | 91% |
1723 | 2015-09-07 16:34:06 | 58.51 | 94% |
648 | 2014-09-17 04:36:32 | 48.41 | 95% |