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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 57429 | 2020-07-29 12:27:44 | 133.32 | 98% |
| 52071 | 2020-06-30 22:21:23 | 93.88 | 97% |
| 50763 | 2020-06-24 10:56:13 | 130.02 | 98% |
| 45721 | 2020-05-30 09:04:00 | 128.45 | 98% |
| 35457 | 2020-04-04 10:01:45 | 116.92 | 97% |
| 28767 | 2020-02-02 09:27:53 | 78.82 | 98% |
| 24901 | 2019-12-23 07:25:39 | 117.83 | 98% |
| 8299 | 2019-05-11 10:05:52 | 129.55 | 99% |
| 6378 | 2019-04-19 11:12:35 | 118.15 | 98% |
| 3086 | 2019-01-05 11:27:31 | 101.32 | 98% |