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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1160 | 2011-03-01 13:35:55 | 58.60 | |
| 500 | 2011-02-06 13:18:56 | 50.01 |