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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 110 | 2025-06-01 14:53:14 | 35.08 | 95% |
| 104 | 2025-06-01 14:41:10 | 35.41 | 97% |