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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 407 | 2017-06-15 21:16:42 | 78.24 | 97% |
| 203 | 2017-06-15 13:04:10 | 81.48 | 97% |