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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 862 | 2014-03-30 06:24:17 | 69.29 | 96% |
| 721 | 2014-03-27 08:16:51 | 58.28 | 94% |