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 |
---|---|---|---|
1442 | 2016-05-07 01:40:04 | 99.84 | 98% |
787 | 2016-04-19 01:36:52 | 82.58 | 90% |
677 | 2016-04-08 21:59:05 | 89.40 | 93% |
457 | 2016-02-06 03:45:29 | 81.26 | 95% |