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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12393 | 2019-07-06 19:57:57 | 96.24 | 98% |
| 11831 | 2019-06-26 04:05:44 | 91.06 | 97% |
| 10918 | 2019-05-26 04:35:27 | 97.47 | 98% |
| 8477 | 2018-09-08 03:36:26 | 90.57 | 97% |
| 5623 | 2018-06-10 05:40:42 | 89.15 | 97% |