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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 198 | 2013-12-22 17:51:49 | 53.67 | 93% |
| 191 | 2013-12-22 17:41:12 | 50.14 | 92% |