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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 204 | 2026-03-17 00:47:03 | 36.14 | 97% |
| 199 | 2026-03-17 00:40:35 | 36.58 | 98% |