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 |
---|---|---|---|
1082 | 2014-04-05 09:35:16 | 76.04 | 97% |
964 | 2014-04-04 13:22:29 | 72.65 | 97% |
722 | 2014-03-27 08:18:54 | 55.64 | 90% |
276 | 2014-03-14 10:56:43 | 55.73 | 92% |