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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29562 | 2020-05-17 22:53:02 | 122.18 | 99% |
| 24849 | 2020-01-03 05:18:15 | 129.61 | 99% |
| 22472 | 2019-11-13 20:55:01 | 116.21 | 99% |
| 8763 | 2018-08-30 23:58:38 | 110.13 | 99% |
| 1446 | 2018-03-14 21:00:51 | 110.18 | 98% |