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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2561 | 2020-12-17 06:17:43 | 171.07 | 99% |
| 2474 | 2020-12-02 08:46:27 | 156.53 | 98% |