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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1592 | 2021-10-26 18:42:46 | 98.20 | 98% |
| 650 | 2021-08-01 06:23:36 | 98.72 | 98% |