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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 221 | 2013-08-27 23:32:44 | 74.31 | 92% |
| 165 | 2013-08-27 00:01:54 | 74.85 | 88% |