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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176 | 2014-03-16 04:44:01 | 84.23 | 97% |
60 | 2014-03-06 15:47:52 | 77.91 | 95% |
13 | 2014-02-28 14:13:25 | 74.69 | 94% |