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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3960 | 2025-01-19 11:21:10 | 83.22 | 96.9% |
| 2340 | 2024-11-13 15:31:21 | 83.85 | 95.5% |
| 2281 | 2024-11-05 16:31:11 | 80.22 | 95.7% |
| 2141 | 2024-10-15 22:36:53 | 82.62 | 98.1% |
| 1143 | 2024-07-19 00:26:53 | 79.72 | 97.6% |
| 970 | 2024-07-07 17:23:28 | 74.36 | 95.7% |
| 812 | 2024-07-01 17:44:26 | 80.16 | 97.5% |