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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9118 | 2020-11-26 07:55:12 | 97.66 | 98% |
| 8603 | 2020-09-16 04:57:58 | 86.70 | 97% |
| 5804 | 2019-04-09 02:41:08 | 89.45 | 98% |