When the light of life has gone, no change for the meter. Then the king of spivs will come, selling blood by the litre. When nothing's sacred anymore, when the demon's knocking on your door, you'll still be staring down at the floor.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 243 | 2012-12-30 20:16:10 | 117.81 | 97% |
| 167 | 2012-12-29 23:14:46 | 106.62 | 97% |