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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1612 | 2018-08-29 02:06:22 | 57.98 | 95% |
| 1015 | 2018-04-20 03:37:47 | 50.88 | 95% |
| 926 | 2018-04-18 03:39:32 | 54.87 | 96% |
| 499 | 2018-04-10 22:26:53 | 56.48 | 96% |