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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1443 | 2011-11-25 22:27:57 | 37.17 | 93% |
| 1432 | 2011-11-20 17:50:55 | 54.33 | 98% |