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 |
---|---|---|---|
18629 | 2025-07-07 16:49:38 | 78.46 | 98% |
18599 | 2025-07-07 01:57:26 | 76.84 | 97% |
18362 | 2025-07-04 13:54:21 | 92.13 | 98% |
17835 | 2025-06-12 19:11:14 | 85.77 | 98% |
17803 | 2025-06-12 18:28:42 | 84.52 | 98% |
17787 | 2025-06-12 18:03:46 | 78.60 | 97% |
14722 | 2025-05-09 09:58:52 | 83.57 | 96.6% |
12587 | 2025-04-10 11:30:50 | 89.55 | 98% |
10582 | 2025-03-12 01:31:33 | 86.99 | 97.8% |
9674 | 2025-02-26 23:27:39 | 79.76 | 97.6% |
8591 | 2025-02-09 22:00:24 | 90.45 | 98.3% |
6817 | 2025-01-06 19:42:21 | 81.78 | 96.6% |
6484 | 2025-01-04 18:34:48 | 87.44 | 98.1% |
5408 | 2024-12-23 22:21:14 | 84.56 | 98.3% |
4315 | 2024-11-24 09:02:12 | 73.84 | 97.2% |
2405 | 2024-10-15 21:29:17 | 78.27 | 96.9% |
2112 | 2024-10-11 07:10:58 | 78.53 | 97.4% |
2097 | 2024-10-10 18:27:58 | 70.78 | 96.9% |