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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386 | 2014-03-30 07:33:37 | 63.16 | 89% |
285 | 2014-03-23 03:08:05 | 68.30 | 95% |
26 | 2014-03-15 06:37:48 | 58.79 | 93% |