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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1896 | 2025-07-12 11:04:55 | 72.08 | 95% |
| 1346 | 2025-01-31 18:12:54 | 79.19 | 97.3% |
| 1236 | 2025-01-11 11:34:26 | 69.75 | 96% |
| 12 | 2024-09-20 18:50:39 | 70.41 | 95.8% |