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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10320 | 2018-04-13 19:17:24 | 98.42 | 98% |
| 9176 | 2017-09-21 14:18:19 | 97.88 | 98% |
| 7821 | 2017-08-12 18:20:59 | 92.21 | 98% |
| 7534 | 2017-07-28 17:27:36 | 91.75 | 97% |