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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 213 | 2024-07-24 18:52:57 | 52.06 | 95% |
| 18 | 2024-05-31 12:14:06 | 64.25 | 95.2% |