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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14379 | 2018-08-23 03:33:16 | 96.90 | 98% |
| 10328 | 2018-02-17 00:22:54 | 88.62 | 97% |
| 9701 | 2018-02-08 01:34:12 | 85.65 | 97% |
| 9354 | 2018-02-03 23:04:49 | 90.26 | 98% |
| 1690 | 2017-11-26 23:58:59 | 80.23 | 97% |
| 1052 | 2017-11-21 00:57:12 | 81.86 | 97% |