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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21215 | 2020-12-09 15:17:34 | 81.66 | 95% |
| 20600 | 2020-11-09 18:57:36 | 90.66 | 96% |
| 9079 | 2019-07-11 19:42:43 | 86.92 | 95% |
| 7267 | 2019-05-22 17:40:18 | 81.67 | 94% |