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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 663 | 2012-12-28 15:40:02 | 126.21 | 94% |
| 329 | 2012-11-16 13:16:08 | 117.52 | 98% |