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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 36887 | 2020-07-27 00:37:25 | 130.62 | 97% |
| 33726 | 2020-06-22 16:36:13 | 137.33 | 97% |
| 29473 | 2019-07-12 16:07:57 | 123.36 | 98% |
| 13296 | 2018-12-13 12:07:03 | 99.98 | 97% |
| 2760 | 2018-09-04 18:26:44 | 63.09 | 95% |
| 2068 | 2018-08-30 15:56:04 | 56.64 | 94% |