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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 94770 | 2020-05-07 04:18:47 | 109.94 | 98% |
| 94567 | 2020-05-05 06:36:59 | 101.07 | 98% |
| 90511 | 2020-03-30 00:49:30 | 102.52 | 98% |
| 89856 | 2020-03-22 05:20:21 | 102.61 | 98% |
| 73614 | 2019-03-26 00:05:37 | 88.03 | 97% |
| 71431 | 2019-02-17 04:03:04 | 93.66 | 97% |