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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 781 | 2011-03-05 06:15:50 | 51.22 | |
| 648 | 2011-02-18 16:31:24 | 50.52 |