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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2977 | 2013-09-14 18:54:22 | 116.13 | 94% |
| 2962 | 2013-09-13 16:11:45 | 118.11 | 96% |