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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 182 | 2012-12-25 08:59:55 | 151.80 | 98% |
| 80 | 2012-12-04 23:29:48 | 137.46 | 95% |