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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 220 | 2016-07-12 13:23:31 | 67.45 | 92% |
| 58 | 2016-04-06 17:31:06 | 63.48 | 94% |