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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 520 | 2011-01-07 07:20:07 | 72.50 | |
| 282 | 2010-12-06 13:15:52 | 77.85 |