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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 212 | 2014-04-24 20:01:35 | 81.20 | 93% |
| 159 | 2014-04-22 20:00:24 | 71.21 | 86% |