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 |
---|---|---|---|
1358 | 2015-12-16 02:45:50 | 69.12 | 94% |
1208 | 2015-12-09 03:01:22 | 71.23 | 96% |
852 | 2015-11-28 12:07:52 | 74.09 | 99% |
524 | 2015-05-08 00:02:27 | 69.47 | 95% |