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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 875 | 2017-05-19 07:02:35 | 94.16 | 93% |
| 116 | 2017-04-11 22:35:05 | 96.38 | 98% |