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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 185 | 2016-06-06 23:15:07 | 102.37 | 95% |
| 69 | 2016-05-24 22:49:31 | 106.37 | 96% |