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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7134 | 2024-10-15 04:33:08 | 71.54 | 95.9% |
| 6844 | 2024-08-15 13:13:45 | 78.05 | 97.2% |
| 6691 | 2024-06-29 14:16:16 | 77.49 | 96.6% |
| 6246 | 2024-05-05 05:01:09 | 77.43 | 96% |