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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1206 | 2016-12-12 02:11:26 | 129.66 | 93% |
| 517 | 2016-11-23 20:46:17 | 120.28 | 89% |
| 106 | 2016-10-16 02:01:39 | 114.23 | 92% |