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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38265 | 2020-08-06 14:44:50 | 154.66 | 99% |
| 36189 | 2020-04-13 14:00:03 | 152.67 | 99% |
| 29731 | 2019-08-27 18:26:25 | 156.33 | 99% |
| 29182 | 2019-08-10 00:27:33 | 150.61 | 99% |
| 18137 | 2019-03-21 16:44:41 | 146.84 | 99% |
| 13241 | 2019-02-04 12:05:53 | 134.12 | 98% |
| 7770 | 2018-12-18 14:06:41 | 133.39 | 99% |
| 4773 | 2018-11-09 12:33:26 | 147.73 | 99% |
| 4568 | 2018-10-30 16:09:19 | 138.67 | 99% |
| 4204 | 2018-10-26 16:00:11 | 137.20 | 98% |
| 2032 | 2018-08-29 14:30:08 | 130.79 | 97% |