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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 407 | 2025-06-04 17:07:37 | 82.77 | 98% |
| 262 | 2025-04-25 12:47:23 | 76.93 | 95% |