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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 422 | 2020-12-26 20:04:07 | 56.16 | 94% |
| 100 | 2020-12-11 20:56:09 | 45.54 | 94% |