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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 101 | 2025-08-09 17:56:47 | 171.85 | 99% |
| 22 | 2019-04-18 17:35:58 | 148.56 | 99% |