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 |
---|---|---|---|
1051 | 2014-12-17 15:44:26 | 70.05 | 99% |
189 | 2014-11-10 10:02:38 | 42.12 | 89% |
175 | 2014-11-10 09:43:18 | 39.71 | 93% |