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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17942 | 2025-04-15 16:04:28 | 95.84 | 99% |
| 17568 | 2025-02-21 14:05:49 | 89.38 | 98% |
| 17556 | 2025-02-11 07:08:37 | 87.01 | 97.6% |
| 16793 | 2024-12-12 13:28:58 | 89.42 | 98% |
| 13899 | 2024-09-09 02:26:43 | 84.12 | 97.4% |
| 13075 | 2024-08-25 01:02:50 | 89.63 | 97.3% |
| 12873 | 2024-08-21 21:24:43 | 85.25 | 96.8% |
| 11639 | 2024-08-01 14:55:36 | 88.32 | 96.9% |
| 11361 | 2024-07-28 05:18:53 | 86.13 | 98.6% |
| 10455 | 2024-07-09 13:30:13 | 92.51 | 99.4% |
| 7649 | 2024-05-05 23:11:39 | 96.99 | 98.9% |
| 7144 | 2024-04-22 11:00:02 | 85.79 | 96.3% |
| 6761 | 2024-04-09 19:48:35 | 85.33 | 97.1% |