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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3840 | 2019-10-19 15:19:44 | 81.18 | 99% |
| 2696 | 2019-02-09 15:53:50 | 83.89 | 99% |
| 1962 | 2019-01-12 06:02:48 | 79.08 | 99% |
| 338 | 2018-05-07 16:21:51 | 69.73 | 97% |