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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2559 | 2016-01-18 14:01:26 | 74.62 | 95% |
| 524 | 2015-02-18 15:52:17 | 76.47 | 99% |