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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1226 | 2019-07-28 18:09:32 | 76.58 | 97% |
| 1007 | 2019-06-17 21:22:54 | 68.50 | 95% |