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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 544 | 2012-11-13 14:06:23 | 74.44 | 91% |
| 39 | 2012-11-05 08:41:02 | 83.63 | 95% |