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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5744 | 2018-08-18 05:49:40 | 82.65 | 98% |
| 4578 | 2018-03-22 06:36:19 | 82.97 | 97% |
| 4420 | 2018-03-03 08:06:55 | 85.15 | 98% |
| 4282 | 2018-02-27 00:12:56 | 87.31 | 98% |
| 3344 | 2017-09-15 23:59:30 | 78.29 | 96% |