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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 700 | 2013-08-09 16:07:43 | 46.35 | 95% |
| 166 | 2013-06-21 04:01:43 | 42.71 | 93% |