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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20394 | 2019-11-12 17:14:40 | 129.46 | 99% |
| 19821 | 2019-08-27 18:26:43 | 109.08 | 96% |
| 15769 | 2019-02-02 15:49:53 | 108.76 | 96% |
| 14778 | 2019-01-27 14:10:40 | 106.06 | 96% |
| 6062 | 2017-11-14 16:57:44 | 84.08 | 95% |
| 2246 | 2017-10-15 07:27:12 | 79.26 | 95% |
| 662 | 2017-09-05 22:22:21 | 68.98 | 96% |