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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 281 | 2016-05-03 21:40:01 | 94.83 | 93% |
| 150 | 2016-04-27 04:32:13 | 100.54 | 99% |