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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738 | 2013-09-03 02:56:04 | 78.42 | 89% |
489 | 2013-04-13 18:47:13 | 82.53 | 91% |
106 | 2013-04-02 19:38:03 | 89.03 | 94% |