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 |
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156 | 2015-10-22 19:15:06 | 106.55 | 98% |
84 | 2015-10-15 21:32:31 | 98.80 | 98% |