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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 448 | 2025-06-22 13:05:06 | 34.38 | 100% |
| 233 | 2025-06-12 12:20:23 | 29.19 | 98% |