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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 52624 | 2025-02-18 21:33:35 | 105.11 | 98% |
| 50259 | 2025-01-27 21:15:01 | 83.83 | 95.4% |
| 43624 | 2024-10-26 15:26:37 | 103.24 | 98.6% |
| 42784 | 2024-10-04 14:50:36 | 93.85 | 97.4% |
| 39361 | 2024-06-18 19:43:41 | 109.51 | 97.7% |
| 37357 | 2024-04-20 18:54:16 | 101.63 | 97.9% |
| 37321 | 2024-04-20 18:00:03 | 91.68 | 95.8% |
| 36643 | 2024-04-08 07:18:24 | 87.97 | 98.2% |
| 34278 | 2024-02-26 22:45:57 | 78.26 | 96.7% |
| 32256 | 2024-02-01 21:23:10 | 89.91 | 95.8% |