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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134 | 2011-03-22 19:46:53 | 112.13 | |
111 | 2011-03-14 19:52:03 | 105.40 | |
103 | 2011-03-10 18:11:09 | 105.60 |