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 |
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3558 | 2024-03-03 03:42:23 | 83.92 | 94.7% |
3469 | 2024-02-25 21:04:24 | 95.27 | 96% |