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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 44749 | 2020-07-25 17:57:06 | 148.10 | 99% |
| 38690 | 2019-02-04 23:48:45 | 132.01 | 98% |
| 37283 | 2018-12-04 19:28:04 | 134.09 | 97% |
| 36862 | 2018-11-28 19:40:49 | 136.95 | 98% |
| 36461 | 2018-11-09 09:23:42 | 145.28 | 98% |
| 36426 | 2018-11-08 11:18:01 | 140.98 | 98% |
| 32626 | 2018-06-21 09:53:58 | 157.10 | 99% |
| 31727 | 2018-03-13 16:41:50 | 144.82 | 99% |
| 25341 | 2017-09-10 19:52:21 | 148.80 | 99% |