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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 55579 | 2019-03-10 17:49:47 | 137.00 | 100% |
| 53824 | 2018-07-18 07:20:52 | 117.61 | 98% |
| 49224 | 2017-12-22 15:33:50 | 107.23 | 98% |