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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 995 | 2024-10-26 11:26:24 | 84.62 | 99.1% |
| 991 | 2024-10-26 11:22:13 | 77.61 | 98.6% |
| 799 | 2024-10-26 07:59:07 | 66.10 | 98.3% |
| 609 | 2024-09-13 11:56:03 | 82.68 | 97.3% |