The willow it weeps today. A breeze from the distance is calling your name. Unfurl your black wings and wait. Across the horizon it's coming to sweep you away, it's coming to sweep you away. Let the wind carry you home. Blackbird fly away. May you never be broken again.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1396 | 2020-08-29 05:22:50 | 51.17 | 95% |
| 568 | 2020-08-18 22:29:26 | 50.92 | 97% |
| 414 | 2020-08-17 16:17:34 | 50.42 | 95% |