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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1171 | 2010-10-10 16:40:37 | 104.30 | |
| 1073 | 2010-08-08 15:59:30 | 102.06 |