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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1366 | 2011-04-08 09:44:22 | 67.77 | |
| 979 | 2011-03-14 04:03:48 | 58.04 |