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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243 | 2011-06-24 21:39:14 | 110.52 | 96% |
232 | 2011-06-24 00:33:27 | 112.50 | 98% |
139 | 2010-07-08 22:55:42 | 108.06 |