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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 637 | 2015-11-03 18:55:16 | 100.78 | 95% |
| 405 | 2015-10-16 19:33:24 | 77.92 | 88% |