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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 852 | 2015-10-05 07:44:19 | 69.64 | 92% |
| 322 | 2015-06-14 08:58:01 | 68.84 | 91% |