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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 53294 | 2020-09-05 04:44:10 | 86.48 | 97% |
| 49059 | 2020-03-16 12:38:55 | 88.77 | 97% |
| 45489 | 2019-11-07 05:00:01 | 92.57 | 98% |
| 45271 | 2019-10-29 06:59:13 | 96.18 | 98% |
| 39841 | 2019-05-04 20:42:03 | 80.79 | 97% |
| 35782 | 2019-01-18 21:29:14 | 82.05 | 97% |
| 33014 | 2018-12-26 09:53:27 | 94.38 | 99% |
| 31178 | 2018-12-21 05:20:03 | 79.48 | 96% |
| 20651 | 2018-10-06 05:22:27 | 97.15 | 100% |
| 7611 | 2018-02-04 19:43:26 | 66.02 | 96% |