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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8885 | 2025-06-12 09:22:08 | 83.63 | 98% |
| 8337 | 2024-12-28 19:12:49 | 83.51 | 97.6% |
| 7910 | 2024-10-24 11:54:00 | 79.22 | 97.2% |
| 7316 | 2024-05-16 15:25:17 | 72.71 | 95.7% |
| 7235 | 2024-05-15 20:32:22 | 85.08 | 98.3% |
| 6611 | 2024-04-16 21:18:31 | 79.37 | 96.9% |