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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3925 | 2010-09-29 23:35:19 | 88.36 | |
| 3844 | 2010-09-18 21:08:01 | 98.71 |