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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 133 | 2025-10-19 13:46:11 | 50.69 | 98% |
| 16 | 2025-05-17 01:58:25 | 37.70 | 96.2% |