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 |
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1016 | 2010-11-27 01:08:10 | 63.65 | |
394 | 2010-11-03 02:32:40 | 56.73 | |
267 | 2010-10-29 06:27:21 | 64.72 | |
124 | 2010-10-25 06:48:50 | 59.57 |