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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 141 | 2016-01-10 05:07:33 | 180.12 | 98% |
| 8 | 2015-07-03 04:11:01 | 192.98 | 98% |