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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194 | 2012-12-14 21:25:07 | 73.19 | 91% |
70 | 2012-12-07 21:56:23 | 64.11 | 89% |