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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 66441 | 2020-09-16 18:56:25 | 120.01 | 98% |
| 55768 | 2019-09-07 20:02:18 | 105.76 | 97% |
| 55539 | 2019-08-27 20:11:28 | 99.14 | 98% |
| 39862 | 2018-12-05 01:02:51 | 118.05 | 98% |
| 38649 | 2018-11-17 21:36:59 | 112.26 | 98% |
| 35546 | 2018-10-16 19:57:28 | 107.66 | 98% |
| 31351 | 2018-09-06 00:31:11 | 124.62 | 99% |
| 26169 | 2018-06-27 00:57:41 | 107.35 | 97% |
| 18998 | 2018-03-09 21:57:43 | 104.48 | 99% |
| 14466 | 2018-01-07 01:07:40 | 112.55 | 98% |
| 14059 | 2017-12-14 00:53:21 | 114.72 | 99% |
| 10569 | 2017-09-15 23:59:10 | 105.22 | 98% |
| 10094 | 2017-09-08 23:31:19 | 111.33 | 98% |
| 8950 | 2017-07-31 16:14:09 | 114.19 | 99% |