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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 156 | 2011-07-15 17:11:54 | 120.82 | 93% |
| 112 | 2011-07-13 00:44:31 | 133.81 | 97% |