Early on, when I made a long, quick cut through my donor's diaphragm in order to ease finding the splenic artery, our proctor was both livid and horrified. Not because I had destroyed an important structure or misunderstood a key concept or ruined a future dissection, but because I had seemed so cavalier about it. The look on his face, his inability to vocalize his sadness, taught me more about medicine than any lecture I would ever attend.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5558 | 2025-05-08 11:51:08 | 61.39 | 97% |
| 4383 | 2025-03-14 06:52:55 | 54.40 | 96.8% |
| 4332 | 2025-03-12 16:41:36 | 56.40 | 97% |
| 4204 | 2025-03-07 17:29:53 | 49.90 | 95.5% |
| 2378 | 2025-01-11 17:33:02 | 57.14 | 97% |
| 2325 | 2025-01-10 22:43:01 | 55.67 | 95.5% |
| 2148 | 2025-01-09 20:41:45 | 54.34 | 94% |
| 1785 | 2025-01-06 16:10:24 | 55.55 | 95.5% |
| 1620 | 2025-01-05 16:36:30 | 52.38 | 94.8% |
| 1140 | 2025-01-01 13:23:26 | 58.22 | 97.2% |