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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8975 | 2025-07-31 16:32:42 | 82.30 | 96% |
| 8232 | 2025-07-22 07:22:22 | 81.21 | 99% |
| 6514 | 2025-02-15 15:22:40 | 71.84 | 96.6% |
| 5961 | 2025-02-06 12:13:17 | 54.97 | 95% |
| 5770 | 2025-01-29 20:11:21 | 65.18 | 95.4% |
| 5651 | 2025-01-24 20:57:37 | 53.52 | 94.4% |
| 4568 | 2024-12-10 20:20:47 | 76.12 | 97.5% |
| 4162 | 2024-12-08 06:56:17 | 71.37 | 98.4% |
| 3079 | 2024-11-26 09:23:45 | 69.02 | 96.5% |
| 1166 | 2024-08-08 08:25:14 | 70.38 | 97% |