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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 95 | 2016-08-26 10:51:07 | 83.44 | 98% |
| 31 | 2016-08-26 08:21:44 | 76.45 | 92% |