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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1863 | 2017-10-23 20:37:03 | 123.14 | 100% |
| 1449 | 2017-09-01 18:45:12 | 118.64 | 99% |