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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17792 | 2020-08-06 05:12:26 | 143.04 | 99% |
| 16734 | 2019-02-12 08:30:19 | 142.88 | 99% |
| 12504 | 2018-04-12 17:29:19 | 145.06 | 99% |
| 8184 | 2017-12-03 10:03:00 | 137.51 | 98% |
| 4765 | 2017-09-29 04:42:31 | 156.12 | 99% |
| 3800 | 2017-09-18 13:21:03 | 142.46 | 99% |
| 2976 | 2017-09-10 05:12:21 | 145.19 | 99% |