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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1793 | 2021-04-17 05:58:41 | 125.04 | 98% |
| 19 | 2017-10-05 00:36:03 | 110.56 | 98% |