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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2345 | 2025-04-22 17:20:34 | 73.32 | 97% |
| 2180 | 2025-03-07 15:24:40 | 64.28 | 94% |
| 2131 | 2025-02-24 15:31:43 | 73.50 | 95.9% |
| 1552 | 2024-11-21 13:46:01 | 66.84 | 96.8% |
| 1311 | 2024-08-21 14:47:25 | 68.41 | 96% |