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 | 2013-04-25 14:55:37 | 59.69 | 89% |
| 191 | 2013-03-24 08:12:21 | 62.81 | 92% |