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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438 | 2015-08-20 02:06:00 | 66.06 | 92% |
199 | 2012-05-01 01:54:48 | 65.12 | 92% |
192 | 2012-04-25 02:39:06 | 68.71 | 92% |