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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 153 | 2015-04-04 09:48:55 | 81.93 | 93% |
| 140 | 2015-04-03 16:47:00 | 78.01 | 94% |