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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958 | 2012-07-09 13:38:25 | 89.47 | 95% |
622 | 2012-05-16 15:05:58 | 90.05 | 95% |
299 | 2012-04-24 15:40:48 | 78.26 | 92% |
293 | 2012-04-24 15:35:23 | 91.99 | 97% |