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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 31329 | 2020-11-03 19:41:10 | 182.67 | 99% |
| 29251 | 2020-10-03 00:52:24 | 157.51 | 98% |
| 16232 | 2020-05-20 00:24:33 | 147.75 | 98% |
| 12494 | 2020-04-28 00:59:32 | 148.03 | 98% |
| 6445 | 2019-09-27 21:34:44 | 130.96 | 99% |
| 6146 | 2019-07-31 20:20:08 | 105.05 | 97% |
| 5300 | 2019-07-25 00:57:28 | 133.29 | 98% |
| 635 | 2018-12-30 04:36:23 | 89.73 | 96% |