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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 92 | 2025-06-11 22:25:58 | 51.58 | 97% |
| 78 | 2025-06-11 20:41:49 | 52.09 | 97% |