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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14171 | 2020-12-04 01:38:52 | 97.38 | 97% |
| 13266 | 2020-11-30 08:34:50 | 97.58 | 96% |
| 11021 | 2020-11-24 06:49:21 | 112.42 | 99% |
| 9920 | 2020-11-10 02:26:49 | 95.94 | 97% |