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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 265 | 2025-03-23 09:13:57 | 84.27 | 97.1% |
| 245 | 2025-03-15 08:40:24 | 70.22 | 98.1% |