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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 272 | 2013-11-08 18:40:08 | 61.34 | 96% |
| 178 | 2013-11-04 00:31:07 | 54.08 | 98% |