I don't know why I'm here. I mean, I do. I'm nervous, I guess. Anxious. I don't sleep that well. And my hands... they're fine now. It's like when you have a problem with your car and you go to a mechanic and it's not doing it anymore. Not that you're a mechanic. I guess a lot of people must come here worried about the bomb. Is that true? It's a common nightmare, people say. I read it in a magazine. My mother always told me that it wasn't polite to talk about yourself. She passed away recently. I guess I already said that.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25951 | 2020-11-25 21:25:02 | 79.53 | 99% |
| 20727 | 2019-05-01 13:27:48 | 71.17 | 100% |
| 12327 | 2018-07-25 20:50:23 | 66.62 | 98% |
| 6045 | 2018-02-08 05:56:59 | 65.86 | 99% |
| 3134 | 2017-12-20 21:17:34 | 61.82 | 99% |
| 1663 | 2017-12-07 12:22:57 | 57.62 | 99% |