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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1070 | 2016-07-13 14:45:17 | 63.60 | 97% |
| 1068 | 2016-07-10 04:44:38 | 57.21 | 95% |