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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26317 | 2019-12-28 16:21:15 | 142.95 | 99% |
| 23902 | 2019-08-23 13:09:47 | 134.24 | 99% |
| 23611 | 2019-08-14 03:52:28 | 134.91 | 99% |
| 20049 | 2018-09-07 16:30:21 | 137.83 | 99% |
| 20038 | 2018-09-07 14:24:57 | 134.45 | 99% |
| 10000 | 2017-07-29 00:43:51 | 118.31 | 98% |