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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22752 | 2020-04-05 01:16:26 | 162.69 | 97% |
| 22163 | 2020-01-06 00:59:09 | 173.59 | 99% |
| 18394 | 2019-05-09 18:06:31 | 166.19 | 99% |
| 16753 | 2019-04-09 09:06:39 | 158.22 | 98% |
| 14538 | 2019-02-18 11:39:33 | 163.09 | 99% |
| 8820 | 2018-09-15 21:40:12 | 169.91 | 99% |
| 7298 | 2018-07-31 04:27:02 | 167.61 | 99% |
| 7244 | 2018-07-29 19:21:23 | 182.32 | 99% |
| 5328 | 2018-06-16 08:12:10 | 164.80 | 98% |