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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5100 | 2024-10-09 18:08:22 | 86.50 | 97.3% |
| 4695 | 2024-09-30 03:26:43 | 81.68 | 97.8% |
| 2902 | 2024-09-18 19:40:54 | 78.59 | 97.1% |
| 2572 | 2024-09-17 05:49:02 | 77.11 | 96.4% |
| 2381 | 2024-09-16 22:20:41 | 72.24 | 95.8% |