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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 46861 | 2024-12-12 15:23:15 | 134.41 | 98.6% |
| 45419 | 2024-09-10 13:28:28 | 147.31 | 98.6% |
| 44840 | 2024-09-01 12:28:03 | 116.28 | 96.3% |
| 38907 | 2024-07-14 06:54:31 | 136.17 | 97.6% |
| 38819 | 2024-07-12 11:47:40 | 127.91 | 97.2% |
| 37817 | 2024-06-30 06:26:25 | 120.13 | 97.6% |
| 37538 | 2024-06-25 13:30:09 | 128.46 | 98% |
| 36002 | 2024-05-29 11:21:47 | 135.45 | 98.7% |
| 35845 | 2024-05-26 00:43:18 | 125.80 | 98.4% |
| 30004 | 2024-03-05 14:07:23 | 127.94 | 98.3% |