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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4205 | 2025-02-18 05:54:20 | 132.08 | 99% |
| 261 | 2024-08-26 19:13:53 | 76.90 | 97.8% |
| 28 | 2024-08-22 02:57:02 | 51.55 | 96.9% |