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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4869 | 2020-10-28 11:14:50 | 79.96 | 96% |
| 1193 | 2020-07-12 10:53:43 | 73.69 | 96% |
| 935 | 2020-07-04 14:39:21 | 69.56 | 95% |
| 912 | 2020-07-04 12:18:55 | 66.89 | 94% |
| 829 | 2020-07-03 15:18:04 | 75.27 | 96% |