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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 202 | 2012-10-29 15:59:36 | 109.00 | 91% |
| 26 | 2012-10-01 17:32:26 | 111.59 | 93% |