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 |
---|---|---|---|
1002 | 2014-08-06 12:22:08 | 57.93 | 88% |
969 | 2014-08-04 12:07:44 | 53.50 | 87% |
758 | 2014-07-30 17:14:31 | 56.20 | 90% |
553 | 2014-07-13 17:28:41 | 51.67 | 88% |