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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 217 | 2025-04-25 17:10:29 | 59.64 | 96% |
| 145 | 2025-04-22 01:48:37 | 66.72 | 98% |