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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 862 | 2017-04-14 08:07:46 | 42.12 | 96% |
| 312 | 2017-02-17 13:34:37 | 35.35 | 95% |