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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3202 | 2020-12-21 12:09:30 | 100.49 | 98% |
| 1918 | 2019-11-30 01:57:51 | 109.85 | 99% |