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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38652 | 2020-11-24 19:36:05 | 126.58 | 98% |
| 38556 | 2020-11-24 16:21:04 | 120.78 | 98% |
| 17218 | 2020-06-08 06:38:39 | 101.22 | 97% |
| 13095 | 2020-04-21 14:03:59 | 114.71 | 98% |
| 12677 | 2020-04-10 19:26:48 | 100.63 | 98% |
| 6994 | 2020-01-19 11:50:28 | 102.78 | 98% |
| 2918 | 2019-12-12 17:16:29 | 93.35 | 97% |