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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 582 | 2014-07-11 16:39:34 | 59.85 | 95% |
| 256 | 2014-06-17 16:44:46 | 67.83 | 98% |