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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 335 | 2013-07-26 04:56:32 | 111.53 | 98% |
| 60 | 2013-07-05 13:21:08 | 91.62 | 98% |