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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 26024 | 2020-10-09 04:57:15 | 99.90 | 97% |
| 25033 | 2020-09-21 02:17:56 | 92.80 | 97% |
| 24789 | 2020-09-20 01:32:33 | 85.29 | 96% |
| 18910 | 2020-07-19 21:46:07 | 93.68 | 96% |
| 11852 | 2020-04-16 19:44:36 | 80.40 | 94% |
| 5074 | 2020-01-27 01:32:20 | 75.78 | 95% |