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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 375 | 2010-06-01 19:47:05 | 68.66 | |
| 181 | 2010-05-27 20:48:32 | 69.15 |