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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 443 | 2017-08-20 22:06:19 | 88.66 | 98% |
| 70 | 2017-08-09 17:44:20 | 81.58 | 97% |