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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 149 | 2011-08-09 09:13:30 | 78.12 | 98% |
| 62 | 2010-06-04 07:50:56 | 67.61 |