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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632 | 2011-02-06 14:16:58 | 101.44 | |
190 | 2011-01-19 16:43:02 | 95.00 | |
78 | 2011-01-16 21:13:29 | 85.61 |