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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7514 | 2025-04-01 16:33:30 | 120.09 | 99.4% |
| 6281 | 2025-02-28 16:40:48 | 95.78 | 97.4% |
| 5812 | 2025-02-20 16:02:55 | 103.17 | 98.6% |
| 4164 | 2025-02-08 15:58:27 | 103.43 | 97.5% |
| 3627 | 2025-02-04 05:41:21 | 93.54 | 97% |
| 2845 | 2025-01-21 04:28:10 | 88.02 | 97.2% |
| 1203 | 2024-12-30 04:54:56 | 87.32 | 97.6% |
| 3 | 2024-12-16 10:16:07 | 65.44 | 96.3% |