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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10062 | 2025-07-28 11:34:30 | 81.93 | 98% |
| 9529 | 2025-02-14 03:30:13 | 83.86 | 99.4% |
| 9259 | 2024-12-20 03:47:14 | 79.15 | 98% |
| 9227 | 2024-12-17 03:59:38 | 81.41 | 98.9% |
| 8992 | 2024-11-07 07:44:43 | 81.11 | 99.1% |