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 |
---|---|---|---|
2641 | 2011-10-03 02:39:55 | 61.32 | 96% |
2394 | 2011-09-24 07:14:17 | 73.64 | 98% |
2364 | 2011-09-22 08:00:08 | 63.13 | 95% |
2058 | 2011-08-31 16:14:46 | 62.94 | 93% |