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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 215 | 2025-07-02 15:46:30 | 52.37 | 96% |
| 153 | 2025-05-23 20:11:59 | 53.03 | 98% |