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 |
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100 | 2016-05-09 20:24:50 | 98.87 | 93% |
68 | 2016-02-27 02:06:25 | 130.82 | 97% |
64 | 2016-02-27 02:01:32 | 121.59 | 97% |