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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323 | 2013-02-15 00:05:38 | 59.21 | 90% |
214 | 2013-01-29 16:24:23 | 63.11 | 93% |
150 | 2013-01-23 21:57:51 | 61.23 | 93% |