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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 54911 | 2019-04-02 16:31:47 | 176.52 | 99% |
| 53544 | 2019-03-22 02:46:21 | 164.68 | 98% |
| 52628 | 2019-03-13 01:38:10 | 176.77 | 99% |
| 50464 | 2019-02-06 17:53:27 | 163.00 | 99% |
| 48938 | 2019-01-16 03:30:45 | 162.03 | 99% |