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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22168 | 2020-07-28 07:24:44 | 176.57 | 99% |
| 18011 | 2020-05-20 19:19:45 | 161.77 | 99% |
| 11812 | 2020-03-01 17:33:58 | 142.50 | 99% |
| 11253 | 2020-02-19 01:27:44 | 152.59 | 99% |
| 4744 | 2020-01-10 21:11:38 | 128.00 | 98% |
| 3186 | 2019-11-23 21:14:51 | 133.16 | 99% |