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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 575 | 2013-03-01 20:59:36 | 95.71 | 99% |
| 81 | 2012-12-24 05:20:53 | 88.72 | 99% |