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 |
---|---|---|---|
851 | 2013-10-12 20:55:08 | 49.66 | 96% |
635 | 2013-10-04 16:42:42 | 36.88 | 93% |
42 | 2013-09-03 03:42:42 | 23.57 | 87% |