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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1568 | 2016-03-30 15:50:22 | 76.38 | 97% |
| 1487 | 2016-03-16 08:54:51 | 77.23 | 94% |