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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29792 | 2013-05-16 11:57:10 | 103.31 | 98% |
7535 | 2010-09-30 15:13:38 | 100.58 |