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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 68042 | 2020-07-27 22:11:02 | 130.54 | 98% |
| 67625 | 2020-05-26 03:21:46 | 136.11 | 99% |
| 64805 | 2018-04-28 05:24:14 | 126.58 | 98% |