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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19867 | 2019-02-22 21:15:21 | 107.07 | 99% |
| 17851 | 2019-01-17 09:22:58 | 102.05 | 98% |
| 7548 | 2018-06-04 08:06:16 | 96.87 | 98% |
| 7489 | 2018-06-03 16:57:23 | 108.56 | 99% |
| 2455 | 2017-11-02 05:08:55 | 86.44 | 98% |
| 1652 | 2017-10-15 08:14:43 | 89.67 | 97% |
| 1451 | 2017-10-13 18:40:50 | 92.00 | 98% |