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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17234 | 2020-05-11 17:11:41 | 75.17 | 95% |
| 13112 | 2019-11-27 16:13:01 | 81.55 | 98% |
| 12108 | 2019-10-22 07:12:58 | 75.24 | 97% |
| 10772 | 2019-09-14 13:31:41 | 75.18 | 97% |
| 10308 | 2019-08-31 11:42:27 | 67.97 | 95% |
| 9874 | 2019-08-24 15:36:39 | 70.94 | 96% |
| 1239 | 2019-03-29 16:04:34 | 69.16 | 99% |