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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 443 | 2016-05-11 17:49:44 | 85.80 | 91% |
| 203 | 2016-04-05 18:26:41 | 76.61 | 89% |