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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1255 | 2017-01-21 18:14:57 | 70.94 | 91% |
600 | 2016-07-11 09:33:10 | 56.46 | 83% |