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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3515 | 2020-05-11 12:36:54 | 106.46 | 98% |
| 2111 | 2020-04-04 12:20:56 | 97.59 | 99% |