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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 864 | 2013-02-01 01:05:32 | 133.81 | 94% |
| 120 | 2011-06-02 22:27:59 | 130.62 | 95% |