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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 270279 | 2020-06-24 10:56:17 | 119.94 | 98% |
| 264778 | 2020-04-16 09:15:24 | 129.21 | 98% |
| 252193 | 2019-10-25 21:46:13 | 136.08 | 98% |
| 251179 | 2019-09-14 12:51:52 | 145.32 | 99% |
| 246852 | 2019-07-20 09:45:20 | 136.71 | 99% |
| 241621 | 2019-06-07 09:19:33 | 125.06 | 97% |
| 236590 | 2019-05-06 06:41:25 | 136.45 | 98% |
| 232809 | 2019-04-20 04:00:00 | 148.49 | 99% |
| 231218 | 2019-04-10 03:49:22 | 153.46 | 99% |
| 226684 | 2019-03-10 10:54:29 | 142.19 | 99% |
| 224338 | 2019-02-27 01:44:35 | 132.38 | 99% |
| 222370 | 2019-02-19 03:14:35 | 134.01 | 98% |
| 216651 | 2019-01-12 06:25:35 | 122.64 | 98% |