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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 84 | 2011-10-13 20:09:23 | 58.60 | 87% |
| 56 | 2011-10-11 20:36:50 | 57.62 | 88% |