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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 85347 | 2020-06-20 14:55:57 | 110.95 | 100% |
| 84202 | 2020-04-28 19:13:53 | 100.88 | 98% |
| 81562 | 2020-01-07 14:46:18 | 110.03 | 99% |
| 75896 | 2019-06-03 16:11:33 | 110.64 | 99% |
| 75440 | 2019-05-15 20:57:20 | 99.63 | 98% |
| 67776 | 2018-03-26 23:58:16 | 93.88 | 98% |
| 62121 | 2017-10-04 18:58:47 | 98.74 | 98% |