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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6182 | 2025-07-02 19:32:47 | 94.06 | 98% |
| 4075 | 2025-03-26 15:13:55 | 87.05 | 95.7% |
| 3929 | 2025-03-20 17:56:07 | 80.59 | 94.6% |
| 3067 | 2024-09-29 16:59:31 | 74.16 | 94.9% |
| 3066 | 2024-09-29 16:58:05 | 71.64 | 94.9% |
| 2781 | 2024-09-21 17:21:11 | 83.95 | 98.4% |
| 2722 | 2024-09-19 17:28:48 | 71.56 | 94.8% |
| 1987 | 2024-08-28 16:48:07 | 84.68 | 96.6% |
| 986 | 2024-06-11 16:20:11 | 69.03 | 96.8% |
| 637 | 2024-06-05 16:52:22 | 60.62 | 95.3% |