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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8528 | 2025-04-07 08:16:48 | 57.08 | 96% |
| 8273 | 2024-12-09 17:54:25 | 62.35 | 96.3% |
| 8150 | 2024-11-24 16:15:36 | 50.95 | 97% |
| 7135 | 2024-07-23 11:48:52 | 69.49 | 96.4% |
| 6970 | 2024-07-08 15:06:56 | 65.95 | 96.1% |