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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 506 | 2020-11-01 22:23:26 | 52.07 | 95% |
| 250 | 2018-07-31 06:51:58 | 49.00 | 95% |