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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 739 | 2015-03-17 19:06:13 | 73.24 | 98% |
| 74 | 2015-02-27 23:20:28 | 77.05 | 99% |