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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1499 | 2025-06-27 04:58:06 | 71.71 | 96% |
| 1193 | 2025-06-17 21:57:22 | 76.48 | 96% |
| 719 | 2025-06-08 19:38:51 | 69.62 | 97% |