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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5454 | 2025-05-19 16:11:38 | 94.99 | 97% |
| 4680 | 2025-04-27 21:35:18 | 91.45 | 97.3% |
| 2985 | 2024-10-26 10:17:06 | 75.40 | 95.6% |