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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12244 | 2019-02-04 05:18:48 | 141.65 | 97% |
| 9000 | 2018-12-20 15:48:53 | 163.01 | 99% |
| 8316 | 2018-12-15 16:48:35 | 146.73 | 98% |
| 2755 | 2018-09-27 03:58:12 | 163.04 | 99% |
| 1236 | 2018-09-07 20:57:38 | 139.03 | 98% |