I wonder if I can write this history, or if on every page there will be some sneaking show of a bitterness I thought long dead. I think myself cured of all spite, but when I touch pen to paper, the hurt of a boy bleeds out with the sea-spawned ink, until I suspect each carefully formed black letter scabs over some ancient scarlet wound.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3083 | 2025-10-18 11:55:02 | 54.41 | 94% |
| 2794 | 2025-10-01 15:40:04 | 75.02 | 98% |
| 1816 | 2025-08-22 04:56:43 | 67.65 | 95% |
| 1774 | 2025-08-21 03:13:45 | 45.58 | 96% |
| 839 | 2025-07-09 17:29:23 | 66.22 | 98% |