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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25975 | 2018-03-02 14:04:58 | 128.05 | 99% |
| 24031 | 2018-02-03 12:58:36 | 108.99 | 97% |
| 23102 | 2018-01-24 04:21:35 | 104.69 | 96% |
| 16647 | 2017-11-16 03:49:17 | 108.86 | 98% |
| 16587 | 2017-11-15 14:05:48 | 114.83 | 98% |