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 |
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73626 | 2019-08-13 18:49:24 | 146.28 | 99% |
68789 | 2019-01-25 22:57:46 | 131.32 | 98% |
68154 | 2019-01-18 19:37:12 | 131.30 | 98% |
67514 | 2019-01-13 18:41:57 | 140.50 | 99% |