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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20031 | 2020-07-23 14:46:28 | 87.89 | 96% |
| 13153 | 2020-02-28 22:50:29 | 93.39 | 97% |
| 10622 | 2020-01-13 03:37:31 | 97.66 | 98% |
| 4826 | 2019-09-05 23:11:56 | 90.84 | 97% |