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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16348 | 2025-03-27 20:45:28 | 69.45 | 98.7% |
| 15961 | 2025-03-22 19:17:57 | 56.58 | 96.3% |
| 15813 | 2025-03-17 20:13:25 | 65.76 | 97.4% |
| 15774 | 2025-03-17 19:22:23 | 67.73 | 97.2% |
| 15613 | 2025-03-12 14:58:35 | 69.49 | 97.4% |