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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 727 | 2011-04-01 23:20:39 | 69.75 | |
| 554 | 2011-03-31 04:26:46 | 74.45 |