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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1316 | 2024-11-21 14:57:59 | 54.46 | 94.1% |
| 1146 | 2024-10-28 02:17:30 | 57.02 | 95.9% |
| 804 | 2024-09-26 09:45:07 | 52.47 | 95.2% |
| 788 | 2024-09-25 12:05:55 | 48.59 | 93.5% |
| 548 | 2024-09-02 07:24:44 | 51.66 | 95.9% |