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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 341 | 2025-04-03 12:14:36 | 102.23 | 98.1% |
| 173 | 2019-04-06 10:27:18 | 81.02 | 96% |