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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847 | 2015-08-14 16:51:04 | 56.44 | 93% |
611 | 2014-05-16 17:30:27 | 53.29 | 92% |
1 | 2013-12-29 07:30:21 | 48.00 | 93% |