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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 46 | 2014-04-10 11:29:03 | 154.67 | 100% |
| 43 | 2014-04-10 07:51:22 | 125.10 | 93% |