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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 720 | 2012-03-28 08:17:21 | 36.85 | 92% |
| 541 | 2012-01-15 16:33:34 | 31.67 | 91% |