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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 438 | 2011-11-25 10:57:53 | 51.92 | 94% |
| 325 | 2011-11-07 10:05:32 | 51.19 | 97% |