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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 209 | 2012-10-08 20:16:39 | 97.39 | 97% |
| 15 | 2012-10-03 16:04:19 | 88.21 | 95% |