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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2041 | 2021-08-09 16:30:23 | 53.14 | 98% |
| 2037 | 2021-08-09 07:30:37 | 53.82 | 98% |