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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5080 | 2010-07-04 17:53:41 | 71.70 | |
| 4984 | 2010-05-29 03:48:30 | 83.01 |