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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 523 | 2021-01-11 12:22:47 | 106.88 | 98% |
| 405 | 2020-08-27 07:14:24 | 108.79 | 99% |