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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 46900 | 2019-12-31 00:33:08 | 132.10 | 97% |
| 45096 | 2019-11-23 07:06:18 | 146.28 | 98% |
| 41916 | 2019-08-13 21:10:51 | 131.62 | 97% |
| 36607 | 2019-05-18 01:05:16 | 148.85 | 99% |
| 32753 | 2019-02-13 17:21:13 | 130.29 | 97% |
| 23276 | 2017-08-05 23:53:39 | 129.71 | 99% |
| 22161 | 2017-08-01 16:39:27 | 129.59 | 100% |
| 21509 | 2017-07-25 17:35:33 | 128.57 | 99% |