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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 252 | 2015-12-17 15:05:58 | 140.67 | 95% |
| 202 | 2015-12-14 20:13:03 | 116.54 | 90% |