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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1148 | 2016-11-19 14:14:48 | 71.79 | 92% |
| 157 | 2016-10-09 17:36:54 | 67.05 | 93% |