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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1964 | 2011-01-05 09:00:22 | 82.71 | |
1423 | 2010-09-28 07:19:24 | 70.91 | |
1240 | 2010-09-09 13:32:49 | 64.22 |