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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1008 | 2020-08-16 20:02:03 | 107.00 | 97% |
| 115 | 2020-04-18 21:47:23 | 79.70 | 95% |