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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 623 | 2015-06-19 10:28:39 | 149.13 | 97% |
| 534 | 2015-06-15 17:19:54 | 135.61 | 93% |
| 203 | 2015-06-01 07:20:58 | 131.64 | 97% |