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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 51532 | 2020-04-24 22:52:44 | 134.04 | 98% |
| 51296 | 2020-04-24 07:26:33 | 141.54 | 99% |
| 37639 | 2020-02-04 11:52:36 | 158.16 | 99% |
| 29117 | 2019-08-15 09:47:14 | 148.28 | 99% |
| 28849 | 2019-08-13 23:43:15 | 121.34 | 95% |
| 21519 | 2019-07-04 20:26:38 | 164.46 | 99% |
| 21344 | 2019-07-03 23:03:01 | 160.62 | 99% |
| 20698 | 2019-06-30 14:55:15 | 124.41 | 96% |
| 17487 | 2019-06-11 00:16:33 | 157.28 | 98% |
| 14848 | 2019-06-02 13:09:56 | 129.88 | 98% |