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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 104 | 2010-10-27 01:24:22 | 47.75 | |
| 10 | 2010-10-22 08:01:58 | 45.80 |