Aqua?

Posts per day takes into account join day. Ack-Ack joined before me and coombzy joined after me, but that is not relevant. I didn't even mention Ack-Ack's 20,700+ posts, only his averaging 5.3+ posts per day. My paltry less than 3.9k posts are barely a finger warm up compared to said talkative BBS pilot. 
Average posts per day is the fairest measure of BBS finger strength. 
Some pilots talk more on the BBS than they fly. For every single BBS post of mine, I've downed roughly 15 pilots in game...possibly more.
That's roughly 50,000 to 60,000 victories compared to just 3,806 posts.
I talk far, far more with my mighty Spitfire than I do on the BBS. 
Ergo my "amazingly impressive" (not my words) fighting skills have developed to where they are today. 
Lusche could confirm said statistic since the numbers are there for all to see. 
It's good to have the facts on your side. 
You do believe in the power of facts, don't you? 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aOnKCcjP8QsHello me
Meet the real me
In my misfits
Way of life
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession
Hindsight is always
20-20
But looking back
It's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually
assured destruction?
Nice story
Tell it to readers digest
Feeling paranoid
True enemy of false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
I'm in trouble for the things
I havent got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are getting wet
SWEATING BULLETS!!!!
Hello me
It's me again
You can subdue
But never never tame me
It gives me a migriane headache
Sinking down to your level
Yea, just keep thinking
I'ts my fault
I stay an inch or two
Out of kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobia
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And i don't know where i've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I havent got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe
And my palms are getting wet
SWEATING BULLETS!!!!!...............
Well me
It's nice talking to myself
A credit
To dementia
Some day you too
Will know my pain
And smile it's
Blacktooth grin
If the war
Inside my head
Won't take a day off
I'll be dead
My icy fingers
Claw your back
Here I come again
Feeling paraniod
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Feeling claustrophobia
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And i don't know where i've been
Once you commited me
Now you've acquited me
Claiming validity
For your stupidity
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here i come agin
WHOA!!!!