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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11170 | 2019-07-13 21:17:27 | 98.79 | 96% |
| 6900 | 2018-11-19 17:43:52 | 86.24 | 95% |
| 4900 | 2018-06-06 20:17:19 | 82.74 | 96% |
| 2726 | 2018-02-04 18:08:56 | 85.47 | 94% |
| 1271 | 2017-12-21 16:45:29 | 76.32 | 95% |