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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14475 | 2019-09-17 01:24:50 | 89.32 | 98% |
| 11875 | 2019-05-28 04:39:30 | 97.48 | 98% |
| 10590 | 2019-04-17 00:25:40 | 78.17 | 97% |
| 9447 | 2019-03-20 23:30:25 | 85.76 | 97% |
| 9424 | 2019-03-20 02:53:01 | 97.11 | 98% |
| 7429 | 2018-12-07 05:08:18 | 77.15 | 97% |
| 7061 | 2018-11-23 15:23:38 | 80.86 | 98% |
| 7047 | 2018-11-23 04:53:47 | 64.72 | 97% |
| 4488 | 2018-06-22 04:36:51 | 90.68 | 99% |