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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 71 | 2016-08-24 06:38:25 | 84.37 | 91% |
| 42 | 2016-08-23 10:21:38 | 76.82 | 94% |