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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29520 | 2019-08-13 23:43:10 | 132.25 | 97% |
| 26443 | 2019-06-21 12:21:01 | 149.01 | 99% |
| 17494 | 2019-03-14 13:56:55 | 154.63 | 99% |
| 16639 | 2019-03-08 23:20:35 | 140.98 | 99% |
| 13701 | 2019-02-18 19:30:27 | 145.63 | 99% |
| 12712 | 2019-01-30 23:50:48 | 125.39 | 98% |
| 10137 | 2019-01-09 15:31:18 | 124.02 | 97% |