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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 32564 | 2020-01-03 18:00:18 | 135.30 | 99% |
| 30350 | 2018-01-18 20:21:21 | 135.42 | 99% |
| 29269 | 2018-01-03 17:12:16 | 139.76 | 99% |
| 28923 | 2017-12-27 17:23:52 | 136.61 | 100% |
| 25489 | 2017-09-14 14:20:50 | 142.78 | 100% |
| 24728 | 2017-08-16 17:18:52 | 133.76 | 100% |