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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 49776 | 2020-03-15 00:28:44 | 151.63 | 99% |
| 48206 | 2020-03-03 13:03:31 | 157.14 | 99% |
| 43182 | 2019-09-15 05:10:34 | 144.69 | 99% |
| 38987 | 2019-07-13 06:33:28 | 156.16 | 100% |
| 36423 | 2019-05-15 04:42:30 | 149.19 | 99% |