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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 602 | 2014-10-06 13:30:48 | 52.25 | 95% |
| 117 | 2014-05-25 18:01:00 | 38.94 | 90% |