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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25925 | 2019-10-27 19:12:33 | 105.76 | 97% |
| 25888 | 2019-10-03 23:28:49 | 113.36 | 97% |
| 22734 | 2019-01-04 16:52:26 | 108.46 | 97% |
| 20170 | 2018-09-23 14:33:54 | 114.97 | 98% |
| 18193 | 2018-07-12 18:45:01 | 111.98 | 98% |
| 12680 | 2018-02-07 14:31:05 | 107.74 | 98% |
| 9846 | 2017-11-07 22:47:53 | 108.66 | 98% |