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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3516 | 2021-10-30 01:55:57 | 124.89 | 98% |
| 1964 | 2020-07-10 11:29:19 | 99.94 | 95% |