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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 455 | 2013-07-06 06:08:01 | 36.90 | 88% |
| 343 | 2013-06-27 07:08:36 | 44.13 | 95% |