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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 258 | 2010-12-19 05:11:27 | 133.72 | |
| 244 | 2010-12-19 04:59:57 | 112.74 |