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 |
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13656 | 2017-12-08 01:59:15 | 133.69 | 98% |
9311 | 2017-07-27 19:27:07 | 114.12 | 97% |
9310 | 2017-07-27 19:26:04 | 124.51 | 98% |