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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 174 | 2012-10-15 13:32:43 | 111.05 | 93% |
| 106 | 2012-10-03 18:12:45 | 130.31 | 100% |