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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405 | 2011-07-08 04:17:52 | 120.47 | 95% |
48 | 2011-05-06 20:40:38 | 126.43 | 96% |