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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17762 | 2025-02-23 13:48:38 | 69.12 | 97.5% |
| 17087 | 2024-12-28 07:21:12 | 62.09 | 96.2% |
| 16519 | 2024-08-25 05:03:09 | 71.29 | 97.9% |
| 15967 | 2024-07-21 04:02:41 | 55.94 | 97% |
| 15361 | 2024-07-04 03:21:54 | 46.98 | 97.1% |
| 14932 | 2024-03-12 16:41:54 | 52.23 | 95.4% |