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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 207 | 2015-03-05 23:26:20 | 110.98 | 95% |
| 197 | 2015-03-05 19:27:10 | 92.43 | 96% |