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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8755 | 2025-07-06 22:05:02 | 138.26 | 99% |
| 4407 | 2022-08-31 16:30:18 | 134.30 | 98% |