Your face has fallen sad now, for you know the time is nigh. But when I must remove your wings and you, you must try to fly. Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1080 | 2014-05-18 20:43:56 | 67.20 | 91% |
| 512 | 2014-05-15 01:42:27 | 59.13 | 92% |