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 |
---|---|---|---|
2453 | 2020-08-02 21:00:47 | 78.23 | 98% |
2014 | 2020-03-23 17:57:59 | 75.34 | 96% |
1240 | 2020-01-04 04:19:30 | 66.47 | 96% |