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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1632 | 2012-05-01 19:49:53 | 114.58 | 97% |
| 1390 | 2012-04-04 19:38:19 | 117.88 | 96% |