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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 180 | 2025-02-07 06:05:39 | 69.53 | 94.3% |
| 75 | 2025-01-16 06:37:03 | 67.71 | 95.4% |