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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11009 | 2019-04-25 05:24:54 | 75.51 | 96% |
| 5671 | 2018-11-15 02:45:22 | 72.62 | 97% |
| 3623 | 2018-09-21 02:24:16 | 64.16 | 96% |
| 2382 | 2018-09-06 05:45:24 | 59.12 | 95% |
| 2254 | 2018-09-05 02:25:00 | 66.78 | 98% |
| 1427 | 2018-08-20 17:41:37 | 53.64 | 96% |
| 853 | 2018-08-11 14:44:10 | 63.36 | 99% |