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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 555 | 2014-08-26 04:50:57 | 76.55 | 96% |
| 276 | 2014-08-07 19:07:38 | 79.35 | 96% |