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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1953 | 2017-07-18 03:23:40 | 151.36 | 98% |
| 1158 | 2017-06-22 17:05:39 | 127.05 | 97% |