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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5701 | 2025-05-11 08:47:30 | 69.23 | 97% |
| 4301 | 2025-03-11 12:57:35 | 59.12 | 96.3% |
| 4051 | 2025-03-03 12:20:49 | 57.71 | 97.8% |
| 3746 | 2025-02-21 08:46:15 | 70.64 | 98.9% |
| 2315 | 2025-01-10 21:13:33 | 61.02 | 96.7% |
| 2069 | 2025-01-09 14:14:52 | 62.16 | 96.8% |
| 2065 | 2025-01-09 14:10:51 | 62.65 | 97.1% |
| 2000 | 2025-01-08 16:44:39 | 66.74 | 97.8% |
| 1673 | 2025-01-06 08:38:31 | 69.89 | 98.6% |
| 1536 | 2025-01-05 08:37:59 | 59.58 | 96.5% |
| 1477 | 2025-01-04 13:10:16 | 58.93 | 95.3% |
| 1020 | 2024-12-29 10:00:54 | 60.05 | 96.6% |
| 952 | 2024-12-28 08:52:15 | 60.31 | 95.4% |
| 913 | 2024-12-26 15:01:09 | 54.55 | 95.7% |