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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800 | 2017-04-30 19:10:39 | 102.55 | 98% |
588 | 2016-11-19 23:53:34 | 100.43 | 97% |