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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4005 | 2024-08-01 18:31:36 | 87.55 | 97.1% |
| 3460 | 2024-07-02 18:29:15 | 72.95 | 95.1% |
| 3382 | 2024-06-14 20:25:39 | 86.15 | 98.1% |
| 2759 | 2024-06-03 17:47:20 | 76.58 | 96.8% |
| 2355 | 2024-05-22 20:55:52 | 77.11 | 96.2% |
| 931 | 2024-05-06 18:36:56 | 80.42 | 96.8% |
| 790 | 2024-05-03 18:15:45 | 81.44 | 97.1% |
| 666 | 2024-05-02 20:55:19 | 81.25 | 97.1% |