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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1050 | 2016-11-11 22:53:33 | 68.25 | 97% |
| 273 | 2016-07-14 21:03:33 | 73.94 | 97% |
| 18 | 2016-07-09 23:46:45 | 65.15 | 95% |