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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 308264 | 2025-06-15 22:56:28 | 125.99 | 99% |
| 292214 | 2025-05-26 02:19:01 | 113.02 | 97.7% |
| 286071 | 2025-05-20 20:11:09 | 116.93 | 96.9% |