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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 72418 | 2024-06-02 19:10:06 | 81.22 | 98.9% |
| 72121 | 2024-05-29 20:12:47 | 65.26 | 97% |
| 70995 | 2024-05-19 05:25:27 | 77.72 | 98.6% |
| 69793 | 2024-05-03 18:51:16 | 90.76 | 98.1% |
| 68318 | 2024-03-08 10:24:43 | 87.46 | 98.6% |
| 66311 | 2024-01-30 05:05:11 | 73.89 | 97.9% |