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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6663 | 2024-03-20 01:10:20 | 72.93 | 96.9% |
| 6326 | 2024-03-16 23:15:49 | 69.47 | 96.4% |
| 6123 | 2024-03-15 03:39:18 | 76.93 | 97.3% |
| 5619 | 2024-03-03 20:20:23 | 71.10 | 95.9% |
| 4719 | 2024-02-05 22:52:10 | 69.40 | 96.8% |