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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 44121 | 2020-07-08 02:45:05 | 158.14 | 100% |
| 38594 | 2019-05-02 19:55:05 | 144.56 | 99% |
| 31758 | 2018-11-27 22:06:08 | 135.92 | 98% |
| 27350 | 2018-10-05 01:10:10 | 120.76 | 98% |
| 26730 | 2018-10-02 17:20:23 | 117.11 | 97% |
| 26118 | 2018-09-27 23:49:06 | 134.43 | 99% |
| 19531 | 2018-09-03 15:34:37 | 132.66 | 99% |
| 16357 | 2018-08-20 02:51:31 | 123.86 | 98% |
| 14624 | 2018-08-07 02:42:16 | 122.82 | 98% |
| 13434 | 2018-07-25 02:27:50 | 123.88 | 98% |
| 12755 | 2018-07-19 23:45:47 | 125.72 | 99% |
| 7072 | 2018-04-13 19:17:10 | 124.62 | 98% |
| 4721 | 2018-02-03 18:25:50 | 97.48 | 96% |
| 654 | 2017-11-16 18:36:43 | 114.81 | 98% |