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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9013 | 2020-07-04 05:07:18 | 66.91 | 94% |
| 5185 | 2020-04-13 10:10:08 | 63.27 | 95% |
| 1044 | 2019-01-03 06:06:32 | 46.41 | 95% |