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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 95 | 2015-04-21 07:12:14 | 97.97 | 95% |
| 8 | 2015-04-15 15:11:40 | 107.06 | 96% |