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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23255 | 2025-03-22 10:40:20 | 90.78 | 97.8% |
| 20550 | 2024-08-28 13:09:08 | 89.74 | 97.8% |
| 20241 | 2024-08-12 22:55:45 | 88.43 | 99.1% |