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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 58 | 2012-11-18 13:55:00 | 81.05 | 97% |
| 53 | 2012-11-18 13:46:51 | 66.30 | 93% |