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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 191 | 2025-12-09 16:37:47 | 90.80 | 97% |
| 177 | 2025-12-09 12:31:52 | 85.19 | 96% |