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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 98117 | 2020-06-13 23:30:04 | 103.95 | 98% |
| 93831 | 2020-04-25 23:15:04 | 93.02 | 98% |
| 91380 | 2020-04-05 03:57:47 | 91.61 | 98% |
| 79533 | 2019-07-28 21:18:14 | 94.23 | 97% |
| 77405 | 2019-06-16 21:41:59 | 88.37 | 97% |
| 73889 | 2019-03-28 09:35:26 | 82.03 | 95% |
| 58826 | 2018-07-01 21:38:07 | 83.70 | 95% |
| 48794 | 2017-12-15 20:07:27 | 96.30 | 97% |
| 47359 | 2017-11-25 20:49:50 | 96.66 | 98% |
| 47075 | 2017-11-22 04:34:20 | 98.44 | 99% |
| 46959 | 2017-11-19 07:09:24 | 89.80 | 97% |