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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 768 | 2014-03-13 18:36:03 | 81.35 | 96% |
| 527 | 2014-03-04 15:48:23 | 66.18 | 88% |