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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 43278 | 2018-01-15 13:48:04 | 162.67 | 99% |
| 37443 | 2017-11-28 23:04:56 | 138.76 | 98% |
| 34370 | 2017-11-07 04:38:52 | 141.02 | 99% |
| 31812 | 2017-10-22 14:32:15 | 139.20 | 99% |
| 25640 | 2017-10-01 17:26:06 | 108.14 | 98% |
| 2099 | 2017-09-03 00:59:40 | 124.49 | 98% |
| 2020 | 2017-09-01 21:48:53 | 103.23 | 96% |
| 510 | 2017-09-01 02:18:31 | 146.40 | 99% |