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 |
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161 | 2016-12-10 11:31:50 | 46.38 | 95% |
140 | 2016-12-10 11:00:17 | 43.44 | 95% |