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 |
---|---|---|---|
1003 | 2017-06-18 17:31:43 | 88.87 | 98% |
918 | 2017-06-13 00:31:00 | 83.17 | 97% |
875 | 2017-06-11 23:10:25 | 99.46 | 98% |
221 | 2017-05-08 17:19:34 | 96.67 | 98% |