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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 409 | 2020-12-26 17:06:32 | 82.09 | 97% |
| 112 | 2020-12-20 07:02:52 | 83.73 | 97% |