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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10252 | 2020-03-10 10:21:02 | 114.72 | 97% |
| 10005 | 2020-03-03 13:03:54 | 99.90 | 96% |
| 8316 | 2020-01-12 05:49:24 | 97.04 | 96% |
| 8123 | 2020-01-11 04:36:25 | 110.81 | 96% |
| 7729 | 2020-01-06 12:02:23 | 111.52 | 96% |
| 5092 | 2019-12-18 04:06:59 | 120.16 | 99% |