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 |
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1127 | 2019-09-27 21:34:58 | 101.40 | 99% |
645 | 2018-12-09 04:44:18 | 113.91 | 100% |
19 | 2018-11-04 00:25:33 | 98.25 | 99% |