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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 651 | 2012-03-22 01:25:51 | 55.40 | 88% |
| 207 | 2010-11-25 00:30:18 | 40.43 |