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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7834 | 2024-06-10 10:37:51 | 81.01 | 97.8% |
| 7813 | 2024-06-10 06:58:21 | 66.96 | 96.7% |
| 6462 | 2024-04-15 08:18:37 | 78.15 | 97.6% |
| 6347 | 2024-04-13 12:38:52 | 69.97 | 96.5% |
| 6324 | 2024-04-13 12:14:40 | 74.54 | 98.1% |