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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1819 | 2025-07-28 15:42:15 | 78.97 | 98% |
| 1413 | 2021-01-19 19:37:32 | 70.21 | 96% |