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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 158 | 2017-08-07 05:51:24 | 67.18 | 99% |
| 88 | 2017-06-27 02:31:57 | 53.41 | 93% |