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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 671 | 2014-04-05 13:23:05 | 54.81 | 93% |
| 503 | 2014-02-24 18:35:40 | 45.16 | 87% |
| 26 | 2014-01-22 10:38:17 | 47.59 | 93% |