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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 152 | 2011-06-02 18:20:51 | 87.26 | 93% |
| 129 | 2011-06-01 21:01:02 | 78.31 | 90% |