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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 71 | 2012-07-15 22:47:38 | 81.26 | 97% |
| 55 | 2012-07-15 22:18:27 | 84.93 | 100% |