Text race history for Thomas (tskilla)

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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
2541 2011-04-15 19:05:58 108.73
2333 2011-04-13 09:21:49 106.93
1850 2011-04-05 09:32:29 101.68
1108 2011-03-26 00:50:57 104.23