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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4708 | 2024-07-17 13:48:46 | 73.55 | 98.4% |
| 4692 | 2024-07-06 14:19:38 | 66.31 | 97.9% |
| 3882 | 2024-04-09 16:41:32 | 67.78 | 97.8% |
| 3479 | 2024-03-28 15:43:35 | 67.52 | 96.8% |
| 3138 | 2024-03-21 08:53:52 | 65.16 | 96.6% |
| 3080 | 2024-03-16 18:07:02 | 68.62 | 98.3% |
| 2806 | 2024-03-08 17:59:29 | 65.18 | 97.3% |
| 2532 | 2024-02-26 17:18:47 | 64.54 | 97.8% |