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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1047 | 2014-10-09 20:52:15 | 67.30 | 93% |
1038 | 2014-10-09 18:22:35 | 70.76 | 96% |
454 | 2012-04-05 11:25:11 | 61.96 | 97% |