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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15110 | 2024-09-16 10:14:19 | 66.94 | 97% |
| 14954 | 2024-09-10 03:17:41 | 65.87 | 97.2% |
| 14151 | 2024-07-25 11:03:30 | 76.29 | 98.9% |
| 14142 | 2024-07-24 15:25:50 | 70.52 | 98.4% |
| 13458 | 2024-04-01 03:20:01 | 76.82 | 98.6% |
| 13331 | 2024-03-23 10:57:51 | 76.22 | 99.1% |