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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 362 | 2010-07-02 01:26:04 | 46.98 | |
| 2 | 2010-06-24 08:36:18 | 33.40 |