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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1575 | 2025-03-13 05:03:28 | 73.16 | 95.5% |
| 1436 | 2025-02-14 09:59:52 | 63.39 | 94.8% |
| 1395 | 2025-02-11 08:16:51 | 68.10 | 95% |
| 1393 | 2025-02-10 08:28:28 | 71.09 | 95.1% |
| 1302 | 2024-12-29 05:35:08 | 73.92 | 95.9% |
| 1278 | 2024-06-19 05:20:22 | 67.14 | 95.3% |
| 1002 | 2024-05-14 06:52:28 | 66.33 | 94.7% |
| 906 | 2024-05-06 15:40:19 | 59.95 | 94.7% |
| 730 | 2024-04-26 15:52:27 | 54.64 | 92.8% |
| 715 | 2024-04-26 08:17:09 | 56.68 | 94.3% |
| 109 | 2024-04-08 16:56:31 | 56.28 | 94.7% |