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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15287 | 2020-08-10 04:52:42 | 88.78 | 98% |
| 15076 | 2020-08-01 20:55:52 | 88.10 | 98% |
| 13567 | 2020-01-28 02:31:34 | 97.34 | 98% |
| 12558 | 2019-07-11 07:00:04 | 95.42 | 98% |