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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 178 | 2011-09-14 06:33:58 | 34.74 | 94% |
| 6 | 2011-08-10 08:49:20 | 35.33 | 93% |