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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1446 | 2014-10-12 18:27:43 | 54.46 | 94% |
1150 | 2013-09-16 10:47:44 | 56.15 | 95% |