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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1266 | 2017-04-23 21:53:20 | 57.96 | 93% |
1097 | 2011-06-12 18:36:25 | 52.45 | 94% |