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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 101 | 2011-07-28 21:26:17 | 135.19 | 97% |
| 63 | 2011-07-14 21:54:02 | 128.04 | 98% |