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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 185 | 2025-07-25 06:10:59 | 65.42 | 97% |
| 117 | 2025-06-28 06:46:17 | 63.36 | 97% |