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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 194 | 2011-07-24 11:13:56 | 151.21 | 98% |
| 50 | 2011-06-03 12:47:11 | 118.67 | 96% |