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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 411 | 2012-11-02 15:12:52 | 122.61 | 100% |
| 176 | 2012-03-16 16:09:28 | 123.33 | 100% |