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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21613 | 2025-03-02 12:04:10 | 65.66 | 95.7% |
| 20487 | 2024-12-26 21:43:08 | 85.25 | 96.9% |
| 20039 | 2024-12-09 09:02:40 | 76.33 | 97% |
| 19975 | 2024-12-05 16:43:30 | 83.37 | 96.4% |
| 19756 | 2024-11-29 09:46:41 | 74.30 | 95.9% |
| 18366 | 2024-07-10 11:21:12 | 86.23 | 97.6% |
| 17978 | 2024-05-06 12:45:29 | 66.31 | 95.4% |
| 17901 | 2024-04-23 14:29:52 | 81.52 | 97.8% |
| 17063 | 2024-02-22 09:23:47 | 72.84 | 96% |
| 16933 | 2024-02-01 18:02:00 | 67.60 | 95% |