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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2975 | 2011-07-03 20:08:26 | 76.87 | 92% |
| 2971 | 2011-07-03 20:02:40 | 83.02 | 95% |