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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 75 | 2010-11-28 04:37:22 | 131.49 | |
| 27 | 2010-11-26 04:04:13 | 138.94 |