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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1439 | 2015-04-07 01:47:26 | 91.97 | 95% |
1027 | 2015-03-28 15:21:50 | 78.17 | 96% |
407 | 2015-03-01 17:28:08 | 85.00 | 97% |