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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 443 | 2012-06-24 15:59:33 | 42.66 | 93% |
| 188 | 2012-05-30 15:24:25 | 45.96 | 92% |