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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4390 | 2019-09-26 14:58:09 | 83.77 | 99% |
| 3528 | 2019-09-14 03:05:36 | 80.22 | 99% |
| 3288 | 2019-09-10 08:11:16 | 78.60 | 99% |
| 3099 | 2019-09-07 05:36:18 | 75.14 | 99% |
| 2226 | 2019-08-28 08:35:55 | 82.86 | 100% |
| 752 | 2019-08-12 10:57:16 | 76.90 | 99% |