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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31826 | 2019-11-07 04:59:53 | 105.94 | 99% |
| 27073 | 2019-09-08 04:38:13 | 94.22 | 99% |
| 13260 | 2019-02-06 04:38:44 | 99.27 | 100% |
| 13203 | 2019-02-05 04:56:42 | 88.35 | 98% |
| 10924 | 2018-07-19 03:43:37 | 88.78 | 98% |
| 8879 | 2018-06-21 03:59:50 | 91.82 | 99% |