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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8921 | 2020-09-26 01:34:30 | 116.10 | 97% |
| 1943 | 2020-06-10 01:26:59 | 137.29 | 100% |