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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1500 | 2019-05-27 13:43:18 | 90.16 | 98% |
| 1280 | 2019-05-23 14:23:31 | 88.82 | 98% |