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 |
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503 | 2024-03-25 16:03:55 | 75.18 | 97% |
422 | 2024-01-25 16:48:10 | 66.40 | 96.8% |
322 | 2024-01-10 05:15:29 | 74.15 | 98.1% |