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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3399 | 2025-11-22 04:38:42 | 59.83 | 95% |
| 3187 | 2025-10-26 14:40:04 | 68.91 | 96% |
| 1688 | 2025-08-09 02:47:11 | 59.09 | 94% |
| 773 | 2025-07-01 09:04:55 | 61.32 | 95% |
| 247 | 2025-06-14 18:38:14 | 52.65 | 93% |