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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8423 | 2025-08-08 07:05:24 | 93.98 | 99% |
| 6124 | 2024-12-06 06:16:14 | 83.44 | 97.1% |
| 5470 | 2024-10-10 11:14:58 | 89.07 | 97.6% |