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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33551 | 2025-11-18 08:53:10 | 97.71 | 98% |
| 32333 | 2025-09-26 10:57:23 | 97.79 | 98% |
| 31055 | 2025-08-15 09:38:37 | 100.98 | 98% |
| 28891 | 2025-05-22 06:27:38 | 106.45 | 99% |
| 26853 | 2025-03-18 16:50:28 | 86.76 | 96.7% |
| 26341 | 2025-02-19 12:01:15 | 104.37 | 98.4% |
| 22651 | 2024-07-02 14:21:14 | 85.38 | 96.4% |
| 22612 | 2024-07-02 12:03:09 | 98.53 | 97.8% |