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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 929 | 2025-06-20 07:01:06 | 52.36 | 97% |
| 923 | 2025-06-19 08:22:47 | 55.88 | 99% |