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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 56794 | 2020-07-25 09:03:06 | 126.14 | 98% |
| 49167 | 2020-06-17 21:57:20 | 116.38 | 97% |
| 48970 | 2020-06-16 05:46:36 | 106.03 | 97% |
| 43882 | 2020-05-19 07:23:57 | 119.33 | 98% |
| 31740 | 2020-03-08 06:25:05 | 113.35 | 97% |
| 26283 | 2020-01-01 13:57:23 | 108.86 | 97% |
| 15203 | 2019-08-29 11:28:02 | 131.13 | 99% |
| 13690 | 2019-08-13 10:42:38 | 91.37 | 98% |
| 6815 | 2019-04-23 12:34:49 | 71.04 | 98% |
| 2662 | 2018-12-31 06:56:40 | 107.01 | 96% |
| 1897 | 2018-12-22 10:13:10 | 100.67 | 97% |