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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 217 | 2025-06-03 09:50:16 | 52.71 | 95% |
| 40 | 2025-05-26 01:03:14 | 53.89 | 96% |