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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 293 | 2010-06-28 08:54:58 | 84.08 | |
| 63 | 2010-06-03 13:46:51 | 82.15 |