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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 161933 | 2024-11-29 02:23:15 | 96.17 | 96.7% |
| 159602 | 2024-10-05 02:21:13 | 128.55 | 98.1% |
| 159078 | 2024-09-26 02:54:18 | 107.96 | 97.6% |
| 159054 | 2024-09-26 02:38:07 | 107.15 | 97.9% |
| 158342 | 2024-09-12 06:43:04 | 99.92 | 96.9% |
| 155195 | 2024-08-10 05:57:37 | 110.49 | 97.4% |
| 155123 | 2024-08-10 04:57:05 | 118.83 | 97.3% |
| 155033 | 2024-08-09 19:50:48 | 125.71 | 98.1% |
| 153655 | 2024-07-20 07:39:00 | 115.50 | 97.3% |
| 152762 | 2024-07-16 02:13:06 | 122.85 | 98.3% |
| 142762 | 2024-03-26 17:06:43 | 127.12 | 98.4% |
| 137495 | 2024-02-09 18:16:47 | 111.96 | 97.7% |
| 137268 | 2024-02-05 22:22:53 | 108.04 | 97.1% |