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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1102 | 2016-07-11 09:39:36 | 65.20 | 89% |
| 972 | 2016-07-01 06:37:05 | 68.10 | 93% |