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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3095 | 2018-10-21 01:37:23 | 65.71 | 97% |
1340 | 2017-03-21 17:30:49 | 66.73 | 94% |
378 | 2017-01-08 21:58:41 | 64.78 | 94% |