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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1042 | 2016-06-20 05:09:04 | 78.30 | 96% |
474 | 2016-01-11 01:23:09 | 72.56 | 96% |
210 | 2016-01-02 02:10:26 | 73.23 | 93% |