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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1731 | 2017-08-10 16:26:42 | 50.53 | 99% |
| 400 | 2017-04-30 14:07:50 | 41.31 | 98% |