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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 56270 | 2018-10-05 01:10:07 | 127.19 | 97% |
| 56246 | 2018-09-28 01:32:00 | 134.89 | 98% |
| 46943 | 2018-02-09 06:44:44 | 135.48 | 99% |
| 45560 | 2018-01-18 07:40:06 | 134.59 | 98% |
| 45127 | 2018-01-12 05:51:50 | 143.03 | 99% |