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 |
---|---|---|---|
2142 | 2024-08-07 15:43:41 | 63.07 | 96.4% |
2008 | 2024-06-30 09:48:31 | 54.54 | 94.3% |
1832 | 2024-03-28 14:32:13 | 51.39 | 94% |