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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 275 | 2015-04-08 20:18:36 | 74.27 | 96% |
| 8 | 2015-03-30 17:08:51 | 61.76 | 98% |