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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 70226 | 2019-06-25 18:47:33 | 136.82 | 98% |
| 65688 | 2019-01-04 22:02:41 | 152.18 | 99% |
| 60505 | 2018-08-16 16:25:58 | 129.02 | 98% |
| 42212 | 2018-01-14 05:03:50 | 136.86 | 99% |
| 27602 | 2017-07-31 16:13:55 | 153.51 | 100% |