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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7680 | 2018-04-27 17:59:38 | 80.52 | 97% |
| 7632 | 2018-04-27 16:30:44 | 74.37 | 96% |
| 6046 | 2018-04-11 16:26:10 | 67.73 | 96% |
| 5950 | 2018-04-10 17:51:17 | 71.70 | 97% |
| 3497 | 2018-03-11 04:51:40 | 65.39 | 96% |
| 109 | 2018-01-24 23:13:17 | 48.94 | 94% |