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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 325 | 2017-07-22 09:54:52 | 57.19 | 96% |
| 164 | 2017-07-13 16:52:25 | 50.01 | 96% |