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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2909 | 2025-05-09 13:55:15 | 66.88 | 97.3% |
| 2675 | 2024-11-21 12:42:54 | 52.26 | 94.1% |
| 1176 | 2024-04-19 05:25:51 | 50.20 | 95.9% |
| 999 | 2024-04-05 07:05:08 | 45.70 | 94.2% |
| 674 | 2024-03-08 10:03:48 | 46.90 | 95.4% |