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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1901 | 2017-03-19 00:03:02 | 138.23 | 94% |
1664 | 2017-03-10 23:05:54 | 143.54 | 99% |
581 | 2017-02-16 21:49:21 | 122.10 | 94% |