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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 168 | 2011-01-18 08:01:29 | 66.77 | |
| 29 | 2011-01-10 02:44:56 | 55.40 |