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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 62900 | 2020-10-22 05:34:53 | 114.59 | 97% |
| 62605 | 2020-10-15 00:45:45 | 137.63 | 99% |
| 58632 | 2020-06-20 05:24:08 | 124.70 | 98% |
| 57697 | 2020-04-25 22:59:44 | 134.13 | 98% |
| 56040 | 2020-03-18 23:58:48 | 146.52 | 99% |
| 50691 | 2019-10-25 00:03:41 | 139.60 | 99% |
| 45811 | 2019-01-17 22:23:27 | 124.89 | 98% |
| 44417 | 2018-11-28 06:54:02 | 119.67 | 98% |
| 41367 | 2018-10-26 04:29:35 | 134.24 | 99% |
| 37615 | 2017-09-06 11:07:34 | 103.55 | 96% |
| 37574 | 2017-09-06 10:33:01 | 96.48 | 97% |
| 36743 | 2017-09-02 03:38:48 | 85.19 | 96% |