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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6713 | 2025-11-27 17:01:45 | 90.11 | 97% |
| 6470 | 2025-11-13 18:50:15 | 79.23 | 94% |
| 5782 | 2025-10-20 05:50:05 | 83.84 | 95% |
| 5741 | 2025-10-19 14:55:34 | 90.58 | 96% |
| 5639 | 2025-10-18 05:44:24 | 82.27 | 96% |
| 3476 | 2025-08-21 13:37:49 | 86.56 | 96% |
| 3003 | 2025-07-31 10:00:57 | 83.67 | 96% |
| 2895 | 2025-07-30 14:48:30 | 81.69 | 96% |
| 2405 | 2025-07-25 14:38:13 | 89.69 | 97% |
| 1005 | 2025-06-06 13:44:38 | 87.72 | 96% |