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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 65 | 2014-11-20 23:58:42 | 123.92 | 98% |
| 18 | 2014-03-03 07:02:56 | 121.38 | 98% |