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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280 | 2011-05-12 13:11:32 | 123.36 | 100% |
167 | 2011-04-30 14:49:54 | 76.72 | |
60 | 2011-04-29 09:12:53 | 120.15 |