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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 68 | 2014-04-29 04:33:09 | 172.11 | 100% |
| 48 | 2014-01-15 04:38:00 | 155.63 | 100% |