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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1649 | 2014-01-25 16:11:58 | 54.68 | 94% |
1249 | 2014-01-05 16:46:15 | 50.55 | 95% |