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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 528 | 2017-10-01 19:50:24 | 94.94 | 98% |
| 60 | 2017-06-20 20:09:26 | 84.37 | 98% |