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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 74 | 2011-06-19 09:40:05 | 100.61 | 91% |
| 42 | 2011-06-01 06:14:25 | 98.07 | 92% |