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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29564 | 2020-08-28 19:50:36 | 113.15 | 99% |
| 25034 | 2019-12-19 17:49:13 | 119.07 | 99% |
| 24936 | 2019-12-13 22:48:00 | 111.89 | 99% |
| 23269 | 2019-09-18 16:06:29 | 113.11 | 99% |
| 14973 | 2019-02-04 06:45:32 | 106.62 | 99% |
| 11776 | 2018-12-04 13:42:07 | 98.49 | 97% |
| 10639 | 2018-11-08 03:15:34 | 97.67 | 98% |
| 7855 | 2018-08-16 17:03:18 | 108.95 | 98% |
| 5988 | 2018-07-12 01:24:13 | 100.78 | 97% |