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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1273 | 2011-09-06 05:31:15 | 104.00 | 97% |
836 | 2011-08-19 00:24:31 | 96.29 | 95% |
775 | 2011-08-18 03:06:42 | 94.73 | 96% |