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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8522 | 2018-08-24 15:01:40 | 79.83 | 99% |
| 8332 | 2018-08-10 05:40:04 | 86.77 | 97% |
| 4783 | 2018-06-06 09:27:41 | 69.36 | 97% |
| 4090 | 2018-06-03 12:05:25 | 71.09 | 99% |