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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 34395 | 2018-09-10 15:04:38 | 134.83 | 98% |
| 33444 | 2018-08-27 17:37:46 | 146.92 | 99% |
| 26358 | 2018-05-28 13:10:58 | 147.05 | 99% |
| 25290 | 2018-05-08 13:31:23 | 150.34 | 99% |
| 22254 | 2018-03-27 12:44:01 | 149.44 | 99% |
| 20001 | 2018-03-06 14:53:45 | 142.86 | 99% |
| 19995 | 2018-03-06 14:48:21 | 132.35 | 99% |
| 14707 | 2018-01-19 01:57:26 | 105.14 | 97% |