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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4122 | 2024-12-20 13:40:50 | 89.40 | 96.3% |
| 3966 | 2024-11-12 09:54:14 | 90.37 | 96.7% |
| 3840 | 2024-10-31 14:36:23 | 93.19 | 96.2% |
| 3515 | 2024-07-25 05:27:56 | 79.98 | 94.6% |
| 2339 | 2024-06-17 11:01:16 | 64.83 | 92.7% |
| 2083 | 2024-06-09 04:28:47 | 74.11 | 95.3% |