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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 148 | 2016-10-26 19:19:37 | 56.73 | 91% |
| 47 | 2016-10-24 20:58:21 | 43.22 | 83% |