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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8976 | 2020-11-26 00:11:57 | 125.59 | 98% |
| 8028 | 2020-08-09 04:45:32 | 138.28 | 98% |
| 6996 | 2019-12-15 01:47:26 | 135.71 | 99% |
| 3192 | 2019-04-21 07:47:25 | 95.57 | 96% |