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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 130 | 2011-03-18 05:17:47 | 41.13 | |
| 85 | 2010-10-11 12:07:31 | 32.99 |