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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184 | 2014-12-06 06:36:11 | 135.56 | 86% |
94 | 2011-02-12 02:32:30 | 124.90 | |
44 | 2011-02-11 08:32:08 | 123.61 | |
23 | 2011-02-11 08:00:51 | 128.14 |