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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 225 | 2025-06-11 17:02:59 | 70.78 | 97% |
| 172 | 2025-06-03 11:04:57 | 75.02 | 98% |